Sandy shores
Well I've been here before.
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 gray gray food.
Désolè, if someone is prayin' then I might break out.
Désolè, even if I scream I can't scream that loud... so loud...
I'm all alone again.
Crawling back home again... home...?
Stuck by the phone again... what phone...
Well I've been here before... so many times.
Sat on a floor in a grey grey mood. So fucking gray...
Where I stay up all night.. til the light.
And all that I write is this grey grey tune.
So pray for me child, just for a while... for now.
That I might break out yeah...
Pray for me child... now...
Even a smile would do for now.... a smile.
'Cause I'm all alone again....
Crawling back home again... what home..
Stuck by some fucking 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...?
If I squeeze my grape, then I drink my wine... so fine.
But I squeezed the grape, but never got the wine.. not mine.
Well if nothing is lost, only frozen in frost?
And if it's opening time, if no-one's in line...?
Have I still got...?
But I've still got me... to be your open door.
I've still got me, to be your sandy whore...
Hell, I've still got me to cross your bridge... in this... storm.
And I've still got me to keep you warm... instead if cold.
Warmer than warm, yeah...
Warmer than warm, yeah...
Warmer than warm, yeah...
