look who's back  from a boiling freeze
with the wires of our nerves up their sleeve uh ha
anxiously calming our rush to flee
propelling our flight to some degree uh ha
but tune us the string, neither high nor low
we can dance and sing

how we teeter
on a world of moving parts
paradise in paradox
there's a middle way
black  is too jaded and white is too faded
we're finding shades of gray

guess who's mastered duality
and the tension of false dichotomy uh ha
bowing the branch of a bodhi tree
tunes out the madness to some degree  uh ha
tune us the string, neither high nor low
we can dance and sing

how we tauter
on a world of moving parts
paradise in paradox
there's a middle way
black is too jaded and white is too faded
we're finding shades of gray

i heard the violin say
"in the forest i silently stood living,
a cruel ax did slay me down
now in death i sing sweetly"

tune us the string, neither high nor low
we can dance and sing

how to balance
on a world of moving parts
paradise in paradox
there's a middle way
black is too jaded and white is too faded
we're finding shades of gray
spectacular shades of gray

dialectical shades of gray