Intro: Girl Under The Grey Cloud. 歌词

Allow me to set the scene Our story begins at 2:27 AM on a rainy night in Paris Cue the thunder Autumn leaves blanket the concrete, the sky is dark A woman in her late twenties walks from a bar to her hotel She has no umbrella, she is seven Negronis deep And she nurses a hole she is desperately trying to fill Her eyebrows were plucked She wore fake eyelashes and a red dress Yet no one at the bar would notice her efforts Though disappointed, she is no stranger to rejection She has weathered many storms that she herself has become The girl under the grey cloud As she was walking alone in the rain Chin to her chest, arms wrapped around her waist A perfect storm was brewing This night in November would prove to be the catalyst A culmination, the perfect recipe For the girl under the grey cloud must finally make way for the rain Ingredients as follows Her loneliness, the Vermouth The scratching of the zip on the left hem of her dress The echo of a belittling assessment she'd received from a man earlier that day And a voice note From her grandma That would say Call me, please We need to pray