Heavy Quiet

[Verse 1]
The ceiling's got a million little cracks
And I'm counting every one to keep from looking back
My coffee's cold, the radio's on low
Just another empty echo in the afterglow

[Chorus]
Is this the color of my soul now, painted gray?
Just a heavy kind of quiet to get through the day

[Verse 2]
The window shows a world that's moving fast
Streetlights blur together, built of things that couldn't last
I trace the rain that's running down the glass
Wondering how long a single moment has to pass

[Bridge]
They say the sun will rise up all the same
But it just feels like a different, colder flame

[Outro]
Yeah, the ceiling's got a million little cracks