What's the blues when you've got the greys?nI've think I've given up, my body's giving innIn a building, I lie stillnAnd then I turn back over againnIn a building that has heatingnSweat sweat sweat sweat sweat, dried-on stainsnnI am sick of feeling sick and not throwing upnIt's in my stomach and you seem to be stucknAnd it wont work its way through my gutnAnd just go awaynnI woke up this afternoon and thought maybe todaynThe world might be a more colorful placenAnd no luck, it's still just greynCome back herennWhat's the blues when you've got the greys?nMuch less productive, and hardship and painnIn a building, where I lie stillnJust before I turn over againnIn a building that has heatingnSweat sweat sweat sweat, dried-on stainsnnI am sick of feeling sick and not throwing upnIt's in my stomach and you seem to be stucknAnd it wont work its way through my gutnAnd just go awaynnI woke up this afternoon and thought maybe todaynThe world might be a more colorful placenAnd no luck, it's still just greynCome back herennOhnWhat's the blues when younWhen you've got the greys?nI don't have much of a story to saynI just sit around at night and avoid the daynIf I do anything at all, it would be to get upnAnd avoid conversation and human contactnYou can't touch the world if you can't even feel painnYou should come back here