| Grey is the color of my world since you left me
|
| On that bright and sunny, orange and mournful day
|
| No more rainbows shining out my window
|
| Like you my skies of blue have gone away
|
| I guess you bought and sold all the silver and the gold
|
| This old world don’t seem to shine no more
|
| Yellow, purple, pink, and red have been replaced by lead
|
| Like the foggy hollow that I’m headed for
|
| And all the colors are bleeding
|
| Where’s ol' Van Gogh when you need him
|
| I bet you my left ear he can relate
|
| And all the pretty blu is fading
|
| From the sea of tears I’m wading
|
| And it’s caus of you my world’s gone grey
|
| Well, some say grey’s a better way to live than blue
|
| Not quite black and white but in between
|
| But I’ve been so down ever since those eyes of brown
|
| Followed white lines back to pines eternal green
|
| And all the colors are bleeding
|
| Where’s ol' Van Gogh when you need him
|
| I bet you my left ear he can relate
|
| And all the pretty blue is fading
|
| From the sea of tears I’m wading
|
| And it’s cause of you my world’s gone grey
|
| And all the pretty blue is fading
|
| From the sea of tears I’m wading
|
| And it’s cause of you my world’s gone grey |