beauty of gray The beauty of gray now The beauty of gray The beauty of gray now The beauty of gray, God The beauty of gray now The beauty of gray The beauty
lives, or picture bein' paralyzed I hold my raps with a grip of a rubber handle And when I'm gone, man you picture it on every channel In grey flannel
When we look at our world today The beauty has gone and the sky is grey We don't know, what's going on This man has brought us a life in chains His
they're gone Full moon your time goes by And new moon still kept out of sight We live - we die [Chorus] Misty tales and poems lost All the bliss and beauty
gone Full moon your time goes by And new moon's still kept out of sight We live Misty tales and Poems lost (We die) All the bliss and beauty will be
give, you give Oh your moon lights my surface It's a shadow land that serves a purpose For you live, how you live, how you live How you live
anger will make me Immortal For me to die is to awake Ecstasy in the nocturnal winds Light and visions of grey faces Vortex of innocence and desire No beauty
Soft rain floats down with sudden ease and the sky is heavy grey Beauty in shapes of creations way up high and we never cease to pray Your heart could
fall into hands of true servant And live for eternity through rituals yet unseen Proceeds in odor of melting frozen skin Her remembrance Her precious beauty
condemned to live on The day I desire draws so near Forces the flame in my veins to burn on And if there's once a rose that blooms Like your never fading beauty
dim glow just pain We're leaving behind a stain We're casting stones in the glass house of our promised land Neverland (Never, Neverland) [Chorus 1:] Haunting beauty
I mean to say is Is that it's amazing that your live was mine Oh, Maker tell me did you know This love would burn so yellow Becoming orange and in its time Explode from grey
clouds, tearing them from the skies, one by one until eventually the heavens fall in a coil of churning black and grey and my kingdom can live in darkness
, beauty pain Life death Hey, you listen Look at me once What do you seek? What do you live? Always torn apart By this lack of beauty When you loose
incredible beauty of the sculptured cities and the pure spirit of man revealed in the lives and works of this world. I was overwhelmed by both wonder
City and sky become one, merging into a single plane, a vast sea of unbroken grey. The Twin Moons, just two pale orbs as they trace their way across the
