Flat Black - Face To Face

Flat Black - Face To Face
He likes it best when there's no choice
He's got option anxiety
He prefers the simple things
Until there's something better out there
He has a view but has no voice
The way that it's supposed to be
He's not afraid of anything
Except whatever's looming out there
And why should he ever need to change
He's got nowhere left to go left to go
He loves the radio
It takes him out of his colorless
Dull white and flat black
There's a place he's dreaming of
He can't imagine himself there
There will be a risk to take
He makes a calculated effort
It never comes to push and shove
Retreat and disapproving glare
There's never been a choice to make
He knows he'd crack under the pressure
And why should he ever need to change
He's got nowhere left to go left to go
He loves the radio
It takes him out of his colorless
Dull white and flat black
He loves the radio
It takes him out of his colorless
Dull white and flat black
He loves the radio
It takes him out of his colorless
Dull white and flat black