All Cats Are Grey

The Cure

I never thought that I would find myself 
In bed amongst the stones 
The columns are all men 
Begging to crush me 
No shapes sail on the dark deep lakes 

And no flags wave me home 
In the caves 
All cats are gray 
In the caves 
The textures coat my skin 
In the death cell 
A single note 
Rings on and on and on


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