Coma Grey
There was a man in front of the door
Tall, dressed in black, all alone
He was waiting, so very dour
They fell asleep on the floor
It's again a sad story
You should know how I write it
What did you expect, stupids?
Virgin of my blacks lyrics
Falling portraits, stray to the floor
The man is knocking the door
This is not just their last love song
This is the call of the ground
Madia make it grow up audience
Fans close their eyes in silence
Government search a new scapegoat
And ads another logo
World goes round with other sores
This was just a chapter more
Other sad stories will be
Cause the world is still empty
Falling portraits, stray to the floor
The man is knocking the door
This is not just their last love song
This is the call of the ground
The world turns suddenly grey
Ho my love, this was a beautiful decay
I still have much things to say
But I'm glad, I'm with you this day
The world turns suddenly grey
Ho my love, this was a beautiful decay
I still have much things to say
But I'm glad, I'm with you this day
There was a cat on the bed
Blue with a snow fur coat
A left-horn on his head
He turns to an angel
The cat flew away
The dices were rolled
The cat flew away
The dices were rolled
There was a cat on the bed
Blue with a snow fur coat
A left-horn on his head
He turns to an angel
There was a cat on the bed
Blue with a snow fur coat
A left-horn on his head
He turns to an angel
Tall, dressed in black, all alone
He was waiting, so very dour
They fell asleep on the floor
It's again a sad story
You should know how I write it
What did you expect, stupids?
Virgin of my blacks lyrics
Falling portraits, stray to the floor
The man is knocking the door
This is not just their last love song
This is the call of the ground
Madia make it grow up audience
Fans close their eyes in silence
Government search a new scapegoat
And ads another logo
World goes round with other sores
This was just a chapter more
Other sad stories will be
Cause the world is still empty
Falling portraits, stray to the floor
The man is knocking the door
This is not just their last love song
This is the call of the ground
The world turns suddenly grey
Ho my love, this was a beautiful decay
I still have much things to say
But I'm glad, I'm with you this day
The world turns suddenly grey
Ho my love, this was a beautiful decay
I still have much things to say
But I'm glad, I'm with you this day
There was a cat on the bed
Blue with a snow fur coat
A left-horn on his head
He turns to an angel
The cat flew away
The dices were rolled
The cat flew away
The dices were rolled
There was a cat on the bed
Blue with a snow fur coat
A left-horn on his head
He turns to an angel
There was a cat on the bed
Blue with a snow fur coat
A left-horn on his head
He turns to an angel
Credits
Writer(s): Emile Georges
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