The sky is grey, the sand is grey, and the ocean is grey. I feel right at home in this stunning monochrome, alone in my way. I smoke and I drink and every time I blink I have a tiny dream. But as bad as I am I'm proud of the fact that I'm worse than I seem.
What kind of paradise am I looking for? I've got everything I want and still I want more. Maybe some tiny shiny thing will wash up on the shore.
You walk through my walls like a ghost on TV. You penetrate me, And my little pink heart is on its little brown raft, Floating out to sea. And what can I say but I'm wired this way, And you're wired to me. And what can I do but wallow in you unintentionally?
What kind of paradise am I looking for? I've got everything I want and still I want more. Maybe some tiny shiny key will wash up on the shore.
Regretfully, I guess I've got three simple things to say. Why me? Why this now? Why this way? Overtone's ringing, undertow's pulling away, Under a sky that is grey, on sand that is grey, by an ocean that's grey.
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