The Lullaby Of Gray
The dress is gray
My face is gray, too
Stop laughing...
The skies are gray
My tights are gray, too
Stop laughing...
The trees are gray
The grass is gray
Stop laughing...
The skies are gray
The earth is gray
Stop laughing...
Art-nouveaux romantique,
"Imagination is the starting point of
understanding for comprehension"
The trees are gray
Your face is gray
Stop laughing...
The skies are gray
My tights are gray
Stop laughing...
The trees are gray
The grass is gray
Stop laughing...
The skies are gray
The earth is gray
Stop laughing...
A vision, a wish, image and mirage,
Presentiment, hopes, future is poetic?
A change, a sleep, memories, feeling,
Nuance, energy, unconscous today.
...That little sweet monster,
It's even now...
It's still singing for you...
My lullaby of gray
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When I hear that train a-coming from the junction
Troublin' my mind is it's favorite function.
It makes that crying on that old air horn
Middle of the night, I can hear it mourn
The world is a stone hanging in the night
The train's a woman and she leaves behind a light
Love is gone, I mean washed out in the rain
Leaving town and mumbling something 'bout a train
Oh, about a train
My head is full of sky and my boots are full of ocean
And stolen designs for perpetual motion
Love scarred, shattered, tattered, and unfolding
Silent man, he won't tell me wh
Troublin' my mind is it's favorite function.
It makes that crying on that old air horn
Middle of the night, I can hear it mourn
The world is a stone hanging in the night
The train's a woman and she leaves behind a light
Love is gone, I mean washed out in the rain
Leaving town and mumbling something 'bout a train
Oh, about a train
My head is full of sky and my boots are full of ocean
And stolen designs for perpetual motion
Love scarred, shattered, tattered, and unfolding
Silent man, he won't tell me wh