Grey Skies 2005

Static on the television screen

Tracing patterns of a fading dream

Sitting on the cold wooden floor

Waiting for a knock on the door (ahhh)

And the rain keeps coming down

Washing out this quiet town

I am spinning in the dark again Losing touch with my closest

friend

Now the winter is a permanent state

And we only talk when it is late

(ooh,

oh no)

Empty coffee cups on the sill

Everything is frozen and still

I forgot the sound of your laugh

Looking at a torn photograph

Does it ever get light?

In the middle of the night?

Does it ever feel right?

Lost inside the static (static)

Lost inside the grey