Grey Room

Well I’ve been here before,
I’ve sat on the floor
in a grey grey room.
Where I stay in all day,
I don’t eat, but I play
with this grey grey food.
Désolé, If someone is prayin’,
then I might break out.
Désolé, even if I scream,
I can’t scream that loud.
I’m all alone again,
crawling back home again,
just stuck by the phone again.

Yeah, well I’ve been here before,
Sat on a floor
in a grey grey mood.
Where I stay up all night
and all that I write
is a grey grey tune.
So pray for me child,
just for a while
and I might break out yeah.
Pray for me child,
even a smile
would do for now.
So I’m all alone again,
crawling back home again,
just stuck by the phone again.

Have I still got you to be my open door.
Have I still got you to be my sandy shore.
Have I still got you to cross my bridge in this storm.
Have I still got you to keep me warm.

Coz if I squeeze my grape
and I drink my wine yeah...
Coz if I squeeze my grape
and I drink my wine yeah...
Yeah, oh coz nothing is lost,
this is frozen in frost
and it’s opening time
and there’s no-one in line.

But I’ve still got me to be your open door.
I’ve still got me to be your sandy shore.
I’ve still got me to cross your bridge in this storm.
And I’ve still got me to keep me warm.

Warmer than warm yeah.
Warmer than warm yeah.
Warmer than warm yeah.
Warmer than warm yeah.