Vārdi: Bravo Armada. Black And White. Black And White.

I'm black and white. I'm the only person on this flight.
The pilot is nowhere in sight but I've reached a destination nonetheless.
I take a breath and look around to see cardboard people and their paper town
and this all looks familiar. Alone, why am I always alone?
We can't tell lies, cut and drawn between the lines, faces drawn in ink.
Black and white looks good to me. You look good to me, too good to be true.
I'm running now. I'll never leave this town. Racing fast I see the faces pass
and they blur together into one. I'm running now. I'll never leave this town.
Racing fast I see the faces pass and I realize I'm not alone.
Our faces all blur into one. And in this story life leaves the pages
of the black and white life of the colorblind. Black and white lines.
Colorblind life