Grey (Holly Brook)

In between the dunes of bright snow There's a place where the wind won't blow I sit protected from the harsh cold But there's no on there to hold Have you really looked into my eyes lately? Cinders, feathers, clouds in bad weather Old men, shadows, smoke in thick billows Grey, all grey, all grey Stay, please stay, just stay Like a moth beneath the moonlight I am just a blend of black and white On the TV silent movies playin' back to back Like memories Have you really looked into my eyes lately? Cinders, feathers, clouds in bad weather Old men, shadows, smoke in thick billows Grey, all grey, all grey Stay, please stay, just stay Just stay Grey, all grey, all grey Stay, please stay, just stay