Grey Street

Oh look at how she listensShe says nothing of what she thinksShe just goes stumbling through her memoriesStaring out on to Grey StreetShe 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 herAnd she’d do anything to fill it inBut all the colors mix together – to greyAnd it breaks her heartHow she wishes it was differentShe prays to God most every nightAnd though she swears it doesn’t listenThere’s still a hope in her it mightShe says, “I prayBut they fall on deaf ears,Am I supposed to take it on myself?To get out of this place”There’s loneliness inside herAnd she’d do anything to fill it inAnd though it’s red blood bleeding from her nowIt feels like cold blue ice in her heartWhen all the colors mix together – to greyAnd it breaks her heartThere’s a stranger speaks outside her doorSays take what you can from your dreamsMake them as real as anythingIt’d take the work out of the courageBut she says, “PleaseThere’s a crazy man that’s creeping outside my door,I live on the corner of Grey Street and the end of the world”There’s an emptiness inside herAnd she’d do anything to fill it inAnd though it’s red blood bleeding from her nowIt’s more like cold blue ice in her heartShe feels like kicking out all the windows And setting fire to this lifeShe could change everything about her using colors bold and bright But all the colors mix together – to greyAnd it breaks her heartIt breaks her heartTo grey

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