GRAY. I never thought that I would belong. And I would get along with me. I heard the things you said. Filled my empty head - drank my cup of tea. Nothing is OK. All things turn to gray. The sun is low and so am I. It took with it the seeing light. And nothing seems to be OK. When all things turn to gray. I find that pure is the mind. But spoken words can lie once they've gone astray. When I'm here I can't think or feel - nothing here is real. Can't find the words when there's nothing left to say. Nothing is OK. All things turn to gray. The sun is low and so am I. It took with it the seeing light. And nothing seems to be OK. When senses dull me into gray. My time is gone - my time is done. I missed my chance - I miss the sun. I'm standing in a room of one. I'm waiting for the light to come. And nothing seems to be OK. When all things turn to gray. Nothing is OK