I hear the roaches cross the floor.
Slam dance around me, in my chair I sit.
The greys leakin through the door.
Theres a shade of grey! Ive never seen before...
My gaze fixed on, the space beneath the door.
My life flash. before my eyes...
All this sweat grew from one solitary drop
Greys movin cross the floor.
We walk alone, no one beside us!
Its never simple as black or white.
We should have known, no one would find us!
That we would all wind up in
Shades of grey...
It seems like everytime I get a chance... is quite naked.
And as I turn around, as I turn around... and
inside theres no doubt its gonna happen again
Nobody listenin, so I talk to myself.
Sometimes I pay me no... mind...
I lost this argument, so very long ago...
The right words were so hard to find...
I cant breathe in the grey!
An I cant find the key to the door...