28 de janeiro de 2009

GREY ROOM



Well I've been here before,
I've sat on the 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, If someone is prayin', Then I might break out,
Desole, Even if I scream, I can't scream that loud,
So I'm all alone again,
Crawling back home again,
Just stuck by the phone again

Yeah, well I've been here before,
Sat on a floor, In a grey grey mood,
Where I stay up all night,
And all that I write is a grey grey tune,
So pray for me child,
Just for a while, And I might break out yeah,
Pray for me child, Even a smile would do for now,
So I'm all alone again,
Crawling back home again,
Just stuck by the phone again

Have I still got you to be my open door,
Have I still got you to be my sandy shore,
Have I still got you to cross my bridge in this storm,
Have I still got you to keep me warm,

Coz if I squeeze my grape, And I drink my wine yeah,
Coz if I squeeze my grape, And I drink my wine yeah,
Yeah, Oh coz nothing is lost, This is frozen in frost,
And it's opening time, And there's no-one in line,

But I've still got me to be your open door,
I've still got me to be your sandy shore,
I've still got me to cross your bridge in this storm,
And I've still got me to keep you warm,

Warmer than warm yeah, Warmer than warm yeah,
Warmer than warm yeah, Warmer than warm yeah.

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