blank stare at the blank sky and the blank night with a blank look in your eye there s a blank canvas and a blank mind willing the paint to dry and the blank line on the blank page is easy to rewrite so we draw blanks with a high hope to redefine the sky we re the true believers the gold view of the black sea could turn your brown eyes blue and the grey sky with the pink moon will color over you you can hang on to the inked in like a permanent tattoo but the new wave of the slow fade will turn you into a true believer color me happy color me good color me good color me sad covered in lead erased by time no looking back we ve crossed the line we ve crossed the line we re the true believers 