I watch the smoke drift, from my cigarette.
I hear the roaches cross the floor.
Slam dance around me, in my chair I sit.
The grey's leakin' through the door.
There's a shade of grey! I've 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
Grey's movin' cross the floor.
We walk alone, no one beside us!
It's 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 there's 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 can't breathe in the grey!
An' I can't find the key to the door...
