Gray کے بول

GRAY I never thought that I would belong And I would get along with me I heard the things you said Filled my empty head - drank my cup of tea Nothing is OK All things turn to gray The sun is low and so am I It took with it the seeing light And nothing seems to be OK When all things turn to gray I find that pure is the mind But spoken words can lie once they've gone astray When I'm here I can't think or feel - nothing here is real Can't find the words when there's nothing left to say Nothing is OK All things turn to gray The sun is low and so am I It took with it the seeing light And nothing seems to be OK When senses dull me into gray My time is gone - my time is done I missed my chance - I miss the sun I'm standing in a room of one I'm waiting for the light to come And nothing seems to be OK When all things turn to gray Nothing is OK