, stay away from the betrayal rediscovered We all fade into the grey It's a place you know better than anyone The isolation burns We all fade into the grey
away, stay away from the betrayal rediscovered We all fade into the grey It's a place you know better than anyone The isolation burns We all fade into the grey
I wanna be, with you, I?m looking for the realest thing, I aint into getting slappers on there knee's, tryna give me, like a guillotine, I wanna sneak into
strange mood In the darkest of hours Faced with the bitter truth We need to find ways to make Grey skies seem blue So come on paint your grey skies
forget the good times that we had I still can see you smile and now it drives me mad The smile turns into laughter, fades to grey The friends I had, they
it was always inside......" Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour
our darkest hour we're all just shades of grey In our darkest hour we're all just shades of Darkest hour we're all just shades of grey It doesn't matter
dark lock she begin to cry I feel like a forma all hopeless and tired. Past the catkins screams and the peach leaf willows her cries they echoed for hours and hours
heart of jasmine roses in the dark. The light of sunrise kissing minds to wake the sleeper in the night. 'Wake up you (- you) dazzled troll - for you enface a bleeding hour
not into temptation bless oh Lord this celebration May their lives be filled with love From the village hidden deep in the valley one rainy morning dark and grey
A CUP OF BLOOD ON THE LEFT, ON THE LEFT... FALLING PICTURES MOVING BETWEEN THE MEMORIES OF ALL THE MOMENTS WHERE WE FIND OURSELVES LOST INTO DARKNESS, OURSELVES LOST INTO DARKNESS
of sight let nothing bleed into nothing and did nothing let nothing bleed into nothing and did nothing at all let nothing bleed into nothing and did nothing let nothing bleed into
knees gropin' in the dark I'd be praying for deliverance From the night into the day But it's all grey here It's all grey here But it's all grey to me
barricades What you look for in your darkest hour Is a dirty a street or just a flower Send it out not knowing where it went To the blue, into the
's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. Iv And dark in the old inn-yard a stable
tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into
passed through here It took the precious things that I hold dearer It rifled through the grey and disappeared The creeping darkness makes the small hours
