There's a picture in the hallway Of tired and weary men Who stepped on tiny flowers as they went Through the bushes through the green Through buttercups and grass And now it's green on white As seasons change with time You're all asleep tonight And no one makes a sound Green on white There's no picture in the hallway But it's written in your face Saying it's the final days of a weird weird fall So let's repeat ourselves And do it all again I was searching for that feeling That you get from going out That you get from standing outside all alone Thinking of the things That are passed you now But still place a shadow on your everyday And now it's green on white As seasons change with time You're all asleep tonight And no one makes a sound And now it's green on white As seasons change with time You're all asleep tonight And no one makes a sound Green on white And a natural law is working With a raging fierceful pace It's an anti-gravitation thing at hand And it's sending us away From each other ones again Leaving wider gaps than what was before