Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out on to Grey Street.
She thinks, "Hey, how did I come to this?"
I dream myself a thousand times around the world
But I can't get out of this place.
There's an emptiness inside her
And she'll do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
How she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
And though she's quite sure he doesn't listen
There's still a hope in her he might
She says "I pray oh But my prayers they fall on deaf ears,
How am I supposed to take it on myself?
To get out of this place? "
Oh There's a lonliness inside her
And she'll do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life
She could change everything about her
Using colors bold and bright
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
It breaks her heart
To Grey
I listen to this song every now and then to regain my perspective on why I do what I do.
1 comment:
If your love for the color Gray is your motivation - so be it. I do it so that i can help hurting kids. I guess that makes me better than you. ;)
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