Oh, look at how she listens,

She says nothing of what she thinks...

she just goes stumbling through her memories

staring out onto grey street.

But she thinks hey,

how did I come to this?

I dreamed myself a thousand times around the world

but I can't get out of this place.



There's an emptiness inside her

and she'd do anything to fill it in

but all the colors mix together to grey

and it breaks her heart.



How she wishes it was different.

She prays to God most every night

and though she swears he doesn't listen,

there's still a hope in her he might.

She says, I pray,

but they fall on deaf ears.

Am I supposed to take it on myself

to get out of this place?



There's an loneliness inside her

and she'd do anything to fill it in

and though it's red blood bleeding from her now

it feels like cold blue ice in her heart

when all the colors mix together to grey

and it breaks her heart.



There's a stranger speaks outside her door,

says take what you can from your dreams,

make them as real as anything.

Oh, with it, take the work out of the courage.

And she says please, there's a crazy man,

he's creeping outside my door.

I live on the corner of grey street and the end of the world.



There's an emptiness inside her

and she'd do anything to fill it in

and though it's red blood bleeding from her now

it's more like cold blue ice in her heart.

She feels like kicking out all the windows

and setting fire to this life.

It could change every thing about her

using colors, bold and bright,

but all the colors mix together to grey

and it breaks her heart.