If you fail to see my hands
They’ll creep and claw it back
We’ve seen this rain before
Running slick above the glass
And we won’t go
Straddling the fence for so long
And we won’t go
Preference for being gone

It’s all gone grey
Won’t you add color to my pallet
Smear it with your knife
Hard to say, black or white
When smudges overtake the cage