will fall apart, There’s a place where you can run And it feels like there’s no air, When your faith seems locked away, And the grey is
it's all a dream tonight. The boys on the corner sulk in their Suzuki haze. In primary colours (each year more startling) but they still fade to grey
the closet, he's hiding from today And though he owns all fortunes, this room is where he'll stay And his world is filled with darkness, turning grey
fully expected Heavily unwelcomed, purposely unhidden There to accomodate A more sensible whiskey warmth Had my fills of somber hearts and lost souls Bleak ember grey
SLOWLY THE SEASONS CHANGE SLOWLY LIFE IS GETTING STRANGE ALL COLOURS TURN TO GREY NOTHING MATTERS ANYWAY MY DREARY LIFE MAKES ME SCARED WHY AM I TOO TIRED
paradise I do not know, Through the joy I never had I'm all alone on my isolated throne Why have you forsaken me? The days outnumbered themselves into the grey
the pale moonlight, full of whispers Over the forest (creeping) mist brings desires, silhouettes sank by silvery sea The passion reigns as the grey haze
hidin' out, so my meals is home cooked I deal wit more ho's than a chinese phone book Your high with your messed up ratchets I'm out blowin' haze bags
made of wood Either way, between us, it's good In an age of greys When wrong won't become right Let's lift the haze And scale the heights Set my shoulders
wait for clues to you Name the time and I'll be your place Remove my eyes from this deathly haze Now, I've been living shades of blue and grey Don't
it's all a dream tonight. The boys on the corner sulk In their suzuki haze. In primary colours (each year more startling) But they still fade to grey
stick, open up two bottles Of that brass monkey on some drunkie shit You, R&B fake rappers suck a monkey dick I'm from back in the days with the Christmas For haze
spoken) Yourself. The occasional cat. [Edith](spoken) That's not funny. [Gould] After I'm gone, When the ocean's haze Blankets the grounds in grey Drift
street a light at the end. Standing tall, Brian On the wings of my dream. Both Rise and fall, Stewie On the wings of my dream. Brian Through rain and thunder And hale and haze
gone, I'm just waiting for that one day, and all this happened in one day. It's easier not so easy. and it all just fades to grey. try and close my eyes
something mean just holla'd at my white boys they drop me off some green I need some purple haze, have me feelin like Kurt Cobain Don't you know the goose is grey
all right, everyday is Judgement Day Maybe somewhere down the road aways You'll think of me, wonder where I am these days Maybe somewhere down the road when somebody plays Purple haze
Hey, yo, raise 'em up, hold ya cup Up, let the Alize fill them up Thug passion, love passion, niggaz, who be actin'? Grey Goose, cranberry juice Absolut