Two Somethings

Far out at sea, alone with what she said to me
(«Please don’t be this way, don’t wanna fight for a shade of gray»)
No final word on what we are from who we were
(Maybe time will tell if we need to be something else)
Created from nothing
Vacated two somethings
Reclaim, restore identities we had before
(It's hard to trace — I don’t know the man to recreate)
We’ve lost the crown — the keys have all been melted down
(I don’t know which flag to fly — the one we made hangs low tonight)
We’re fated for nothing
We traded two somethings
We gave it everything
We made it mean something
We’re fated for nothing
We traded two somethings
We gave it everything
We made it mean something