Grey

	I’m longing for a place
	Where there are no straight lines
	And the colors just came roaring down
	And the weather’s always fine
	I want to drive down the memory road
	With no one else in sight
	When I find that you were lying to me
	It is already late
	And the moon will spare its life
	Turn to rotting bodies
	What’s left to you if
	I have all that
	I want? Can
	I give it to you?
	What’s left to you if you have all that
	I want? Can
	I take this?
	And the moon spared his life
	Turns angry to you
	What’s left to you if
	I have all that
	I want? Can
	I give it to you?

	I' m longing for a place
	Where there are no straight lines
	And the colors just came roaring down
	And the weather' s always fine
	I want to drive down the memory road
	With no one else in sight
	When I find that you were lying to me
	It is already late
	And the moon will spare its life
	Turn to rotting bodies
	What' s left to you if
	I have all that
	I want? Can
	I give it to you?
	What' s left to you if you have all that
	I want? Can
	I take this?
	And the moon spared his life
	Turns angry to you
	What' s left to you if
	I have all that
	I want? Can
	I give it to you?