| Song | Wrapped In Grey |
| Artist | XTC |
| Album | Fossil Fuel: The XTC Singles Collection 1977 - 1992 |
| 作词 : Partridge | |
| Some folks see the world as a stone | |
| Concrete daubed in dull monotone | |
| Your heart is the big box of paints | |
| And others, the canvas we're dealt | |
| Your heart is the big box of paints | |
| How coloured the flowers all smelled | |
| As they huddled there, in petalled prayer | |
| They told me this, as I knelt there | |
| Awaken you dreamers | |
| Adrift in your beds | |
| Balloons and streamers | |
| Decorate the inside of your heads | |
| Please let some out | |
| Do it today | |
| But don't let the loveless ones sell you | |
| A world wrapped in grey | |
| Some folks pull this life like a weight | |
| Drab and dragging dreams made of slate | |
| Your heart is the big box of paints | |
| And others, the canvas we're dealt | |
| Your heart is the big box of paints | |
| Just think how the old masters felt, they call... | |
| Awaken you dreamers | |
| Asleep at your desks | |
| Parrots and lemurs | |
| Populate your unconscious grotesques | |
| Please let some out | |
| Do it today | |
| Don't let the loveless ones sell you | |
| A world wrapped in grey | |
| And in the very least you can | |
| Stand up naked and | |
| Grin |
| zuò cí : Partridge | |
| Some folks see the world as a stone | |
| Concrete daubed in dull monotone | |
| Your heart is the big box of paints | |
| And others, the canvas we' re dealt | |
| Your heart is the big box of paints | |
| How coloured the flowers all smelled | |
| As they huddled there, in petalled prayer | |
| They told me this, as I knelt there | |
| Awaken you dreamers | |
| Adrift in your beds | |
| Balloons and streamers | |
| Decorate the inside of your heads | |
| Please let some out | |
| Do it today | |
| But don' t let the loveless ones sell you | |
| A world wrapped in grey | |
| Some folks pull this life like a weight | |
| Drab and dragging dreams made of slate | |
| Your heart is the big box of paints | |
| And others, the canvas we' re dealt | |
| Your heart is the big box of paints | |
| Just think how the old masters felt, they call... | |
| Awaken you dreamers | |
| Asleep at your desks | |
| Parrots and lemurs | |
| Populate your unconscious grotesques | |
| Please let some out | |
| Do it today | |
| Don' t let the loveless ones sell you | |
| A world wrapped in grey | |
| And in the very least you can | |
| Stand up naked and | |
| Grin |