Grey skies seem right, An encore to last night. Your song played on, on, on While I fall with the bed. She wrapped me tight And said it'll be alright
Grey is the feeling, grey is my view of society Grey is the tension, grey is the face - face of disgrace Grey is the building, grey is the room in which
A graveyard grows inside my head. They planted things inside me. I am soiled by the stale thoughts of long dead. I was told to leave childish things behind
When I get home it's late at night I'm black and bloody from my life I haven't time to clean my hands Cuts will only sting me through my dreams It's
Just another day,I go about my business I start to shave in my ordinary way Nothing has changed, yet something is different Ah yes-- It's my birthday
On an old far house veranda there sat Silas and Marinda dreamin' of the days gone by He said deary don't be weary you're always bright and cheery Now
Over the land there lies a long shadow, westward reaching wings of darkness. The tower trembles, to the tombs of kings doom aproaches. The dead awaken
Drunk at Cannon Falls. I never made the call I had your number It was chiselled on my hand and stained Fell asleep to the line Lyle sung "She's made up
It's been awhile And still I remember, The smile you kept for me Lately I have missed you, And It hits me in the morning, When I'm cold (I have nothing
Fade as if to a whisper You tried to steal your fortune from my diamond mine Me and my lady were diamond traders On the African coast of Pomona And
There was light and atomic fission Swelling wind, rising ash, tide of black rain Cement seared shadow traces Reminiscent of their last commands Instantly
Well, I've been here before Sat on a floor in a grey, grey room Where I stay in all day, I don't eat But I play with this grey, grey food Desole, someone
Eighteen and flying Like every great American Slept until sundown And baby your were wild enough fro me Rolled the night over In my '72 Nova Mexican
There were flags flyin' high, bright polished brass that dazzled the eye The hot crowded street is covered by feet kicking dust on the sky She's standing
The great gray sky loomed large overhead; The late Jay Fry lay cold and dead. Fate had lingered and then fled; Fortune nodded, then turned and sped To
I loose my doubtful self control Can't catch a breath anymore You still keep on killing me I scream aloud without a sound One peaceful day could save
Let the light regenerate its power to heal is in the silver and the light Light to the seventh Let the darkness degenerate its power to hurt is in the
You'll find what you're after Lying on the pavement You'll find what you're after Lying on the pavement You'll find what you're after Lying on the pavement