Frightened Rabbit - The Greys lyrics
[Frightened Rabbit - The Greys lyrics]
What's the blues, when you've got the greys?
I think I've given up, my body's given in
In a building, I lie still
And then I turn back over again
In a building that has heating
Sweat sweat sweat sweat, dried-on stains
I'm sick of feeling sick and not throwing up
And you sit in my stomach and
You seem to be stuck
And it won't work it's way through
My guts and just go away
I woke up this afternoon thought maybe today
That the world might be a more colorful place
But there's no luck, it's still just grey
Come back here
What's the blues, when you've got the greys?
Much less productive than hardship and pain
In a building, where I lie still just before
I turn over again
In a building that has heating
Sweat sweat sweat sweat, dried-on stains
I'm sick of feeling sick and not throwing up
And you sit in my stomach and
You seem to be stuck
And it won't work it's way through
My guts and just go away
I woke up this afternoon thought maybe today
The world might be a more colorful place
There's no luck, it's still just grey
Oh, what's the blues to you
When you've got the greys
I don't have much of a story to say
I just sit alone at night and avoid day
If I feel anything at all it
Would be to get up
And avoid conversation and human contact
'Cause you can't touch the world
If you can't feel pain
You should come back here
I think I've given up, my body's given in
In a building, I lie still
And then I turn back over again
In a building that has heating
Sweat sweat sweat sweat, dried-on stains
I'm sick of feeling sick and not throwing up
And you sit in my stomach and
You seem to be stuck
And it won't work it's way through
My guts and just go away
I woke up this afternoon thought maybe today
That the world might be a more colorful place
But there's no luck, it's still just grey
Come back here
What's the blues, when you've got the greys?
Much less productive than hardship and pain
In a building, where I lie still just before
I turn over again
In a building that has heating
Sweat sweat sweat sweat, dried-on stains
I'm sick of feeling sick and not throwing up
And you sit in my stomach and
You seem to be stuck
And it won't work it's way through
My guts and just go away
I woke up this afternoon thought maybe today
The world might be a more colorful place
There's no luck, it's still just grey
Oh, what's the blues to you
When you've got the greys
I don't have much of a story to say
I just sit alone at night and avoid day
If I feel anything at all it
Would be to get up
And avoid conversation and human contact
'Cause you can't touch the world
If you can't feel pain
You should come back here