"Grey"
(written by Kristin Hersh)
Things are a little under water these days
Gonna pick up soon, I can feel it
This coat's not much defense
Neither are the pills
I dreamt you came back and believed it
Then woke up in black and white again
Grey, grey
Grey, grey
Around
the back of the motel with poison coffee in styrofoam
I throw a donut to an ugly dog
Lick my fingers, clear the fog
Wake up and realize I'm home
And you sat there staring
Grey, grey
Grey, grey
*Thanks a bunch to Billy O'Connell for posting these lyrics on the kristinhersh.com message board*
