Daan "Sons of grey" |
my litlle velcro twineis in a state were the cars don�t drive and the people stare at number five in gold didn�t I tell you you�ld be happy didn�t I tell you it�s a sell-out even your mother will be proud my little sense of time is big enough to count the seconds between a fine toast and a toast that�s made to burn don�t this lack of color suit me or shall I chase another greyhound bark my day all of my wheels are turning both of my hands are burning follow the sons of grey find me a cloud that�s yurning find me a sheep that�s kerning find me the sons of grey through windows we gaze at concrete that plays songs of grey the bricks are in place my spoon�s on a tray songs of grey crossfading the goat that sleeps in my throat songs of grey emergency rhymes to polish the chymes songs of grey Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |