Shadows On The Greyman

Grey Man counts the cloudy days TV rainbows fill the air The static of a million rays Crackles in his silky hair No box of chocolates for the Grey Man No UFO to take him home No neon sign to point the way now No DVD, no garden-gnome Only shadows on the Grey Man No colours, the Grey Man Only shadows on the Grey Man The Grey Man, no colours Patterns whirl around him Like ribbons round a bird He trembles at Cathedral doors Hangs on every word No panacea for the Grey Man No potion takes away the pain No dog to lick his pudgy hand No love to blow out like a match flame Only shadows on the Grey Man No colours, the Grey Man Only shadows on the Grey Man The Grey Man, no colours Ah, I know my limitations You can't see martyrs in the dark I'm a tadpole in a pond I may not breathe again ... but That's OK, yeah, that's OK No box of chocolates for the Grey Man No UFO to take him home No neon sign to point the way now No DVD, no garden-gnome