Grey
I'm longing for a place
Where there are no straight lines
And the colors just came roaring down
And the weather's always fine
I want to drive down the memory road
With no one else in sight
When I find that you were lying to me
It is already late
And the moon will spare its life
Turn to rotting bodies
What's left to you if
I have all that
I want Can
I give it to you
What's left to you if you have all that
I want Can
I take this
And the moon spared his life
Turns angry to you
What's left to you if
I have all that
I want Can
I give it to you