This is to the grey lifenThis is to the grey lifenThis is to the grey lifenThis is to the grey lifennJoy is crawling to a dying daynBacked all these blissful ones who waitnHere I'm the one that's in controlnProjecting someone I don't even knownNope, your crutches don't make much sensenLeased yours out under false pretensenMy own vultures pick a brain that's oldnI'm not the man you used to knownnThis is for the grey eyesnI know the colour was there but I couldn't see itnThis is to the grey lifenI know the colour is there but I often miss itnnSure life is good but I'm sold to eyesnIn the Western which still makes the liesnI was holding on so true love could grownNow I'm the one who's in controlnSmoked yellow teeth in a bathroom stallnMy two friends made at the barnIt's not your fault that I don't make sensenI'm just someone who can't take the pastnnThis is for the grey eyesnI know the colour was there but I couldn't see itnThis is to the grey lifenI know the colour is there but I often miss itnI know the colour is there but I often miss itnBut I often miss itnBut I often miss itnBut I often miss itnnThis is for the grey eyesnI know the colour was therenThis is to the grey lifenI know the colour is therennThis is for the grey eyesnI know the colour was therenThis is to the grey lifenI know the colour is there