Song | Grey Street |
Artist | Dave Matthews Band |
Album | Live Trax Vol. 6 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Oh look at how she listens | |
She says nothing of what she thinks | |
She just goes stumbling through her memories | |
Staring out on to Grey Street | |
She thinks, “Hey, | |
How did I come to this? | |
I dream myself a thousand times around the world, | |
But I can’t get out of this place” | |
There’s an emptiness inside her | |
And she’d do anything to fill it in | |
But all the colors mix together - to grey | |
And it breaks her heart | |
How she wishes it was different | |
She prays to God most every night | |
And though she swears it doesn’t listen | |
There’s still a hope in her it might | |
She says, “I pray | |
But they fall on deaf ears, | |
Am I supposed to take it on myself? | |
To get out of this place” | |
There’s loneliness inside her | |
And she’d do anything to fill it in | |
And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now | |
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart | |
When all the colors mix together - to grey | |
And it breaks her heart | |
There’s a stranger speaks outside her door | |
Says take what you can from your dreams | |
Make them as real as anything | |
It’d take the work out of the courage | |
But she says, “Please | |
There’s a crazy man that’s creeping outside my door, | |
I live on the corner of Grey Street and the end of the world” | |
There’s an emptiness inside her | |
And she’d do anything to fill it in | |
And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now | |
It’s more like cold blue ice in her heart | |
She feels like kicking out all the windows | |
And setting fire to this life | |
She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright | |
But all the colors mix together - to grey | |
And it breaks her heart | |
It breaks her heart | |
To grey |
Oh look at how she listens | |
She says nothing of what she thinks | |
She just goes stumbling through her memories | |
Staring out on to Grey Street | |
She thinks, " Hey, | |
How did I come to this? | |
I dream myself a thousand times around the world, | |
But I can' t get out of this place" | |
There' s an emptiness inside her | |
And she' d do anything to fill it in | |
But all the colors mix together to grey | |
And it breaks her heart | |
How she wishes it was different | |
She prays to God most every night | |
And though she swears it doesn' t listen | |
There' s still a hope in her it might | |
She says, " I pray | |
But they fall on deaf ears, | |
Am I supposed to take it on myself? | |
To get out of this place" | |
There' s loneliness inside her | |
And she' d do anything to fill it in | |
And though it' s red blood bleeding from her now | |
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart | |
When all the colors mix together to grey | |
And it breaks her heart | |
There' s a stranger speaks outside her door | |
Says take what you can from your dreams | |
Make them as real as anything | |
It' d take the work out of the courage | |
But she says, " Please | |
There' s a crazy man that' s creeping outside my door, | |
I live on the corner of Grey Street and the end of the world" | |
There' s an emptiness inside her | |
And she' d do anything to fill it in | |
And though it' s red blood bleeding from her now | |
It' s more like cold blue ice in her heart | |
She feels like kicking out all the windows | |
And setting fire to this life | |
She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright | |
But all the colors mix together to grey | |
And it breaks her heart | |
It breaks her heart | |
To grey |
Oh look at how she listens | |
She says nothing of what she thinks | |
She just goes stumbling through her memories | |
Staring out on to Grey Street | |
She thinks, " Hey, | |
How did I come to this? | |
I dream myself a thousand times around the world, | |
But I can' t get out of this place" | |
There' s an emptiness inside her | |
And she' d do anything to fill it in | |
But all the colors mix together to grey | |
And it breaks her heart | |
How she wishes it was different | |
She prays to God most every night | |
And though she swears it doesn' t listen | |
There' s still a hope in her it might | |
She says, " I pray | |
But they fall on deaf ears, | |
Am I supposed to take it on myself? | |
To get out of this place" | |
There' s loneliness inside her | |
And she' d do anything to fill it in | |
And though it' s red blood bleeding from her now | |
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart | |
When all the colors mix together to grey | |
And it breaks her heart | |
There' s a stranger speaks outside her door | |
Says take what you can from your dreams | |
Make them as real as anything | |
It' d take the work out of the courage | |
But she says, " Please | |
There' s a crazy man that' s creeping outside my door, | |
I live on the corner of Grey Street and the end of the world" | |
There' s an emptiness inside her | |
And she' d do anything to fill it in | |
And though it' s red blood bleeding from her now | |
It' s more like cold blue ice in her heart | |
She feels like kicking out all the windows | |
And setting fire to this life | |
She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright | |
But all the colors mix together to grey | |
And it breaks her heart | |
It breaks her heart | |
To grey |