The Greys (demo)
What's the blues when you've got the greys?
I think I've given up, my body's given in
In a building, I lye still
And then I turn back over again
In a building that has heating
I sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat dried on stains
I'm sick of feeling sick and not throwing up
And you sit in my stomach and you seem to be stuck
And it won't leak between all my guts and just go away
I woke up this afternoon and thought maybe today
The world might be a more colorful place
But there's no luck
It's still just gray
Come back here
What's the blues when you've got the grays?
Much less productive, and hardship and pain
In a building, where I lie still
Just before I turn over again
In a building that has heating
I sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat dried on stains
I'm sick of feeling sick and not throwing up
And you sit in my stomach and you seem to be stuck
And it won't leak between all my guts and just go away
I woke up this afternoon and thought maybe today
The world might be a more colorful place
But there's no luck
It's still just gray
Oh
What's the blues to you when you've got the grays
I don't have much of a story to say
I just sit around at night and avoid the day
If I do anything at all it would be to get up
And avoid conversation and human contact
You can't touch the world if you can't even feel pain
You should come back here
I think I've given up, my body's given in
In a building, I lye still
And then I turn back over again
In a building that has heating
I sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat dried on stains
I'm sick of feeling sick and not throwing up
And you sit in my stomach and you seem to be stuck
And it won't leak between all my guts and just go away
I woke up this afternoon and thought maybe today
The world might be a more colorful place
But there's no luck
It's still just gray
Come back here
What's the blues when you've got the grays?
Much less productive, and hardship and pain
In a building, where I lie still
Just before I turn over again
In a building that has heating
I sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat dried on stains
I'm sick of feeling sick and not throwing up
And you sit in my stomach and you seem to be stuck
And it won't leak between all my guts and just go away
I woke up this afternoon and thought maybe today
The world might be a more colorful place
But there's no luck
It's still just gray
Oh
What's the blues to you when you've got the grays
I don't have much of a story to say
I just sit around at night and avoid the day
If I do anything at all it would be to get up
And avoid conversation and human contact
You can't touch the world if you can't even feel pain
You should come back here
Credits
Writer(s): Scott Hutchison, David Kennedy, Grant Hutchison
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