Gray Paroles

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

And nothing seems to be OK
When all things turn to gray

Nothing is OK
Nothing is OK
Nothing is OK
Nothing is OK
Nothing is OK
Nothing is OK
Nothing is OK
Nothing is OK
Nothing is OK
Nothing is OK
Nothing is OK
Nothing is OK
Nothing is OK
Nothing is OK
Nothing is OK
Nothing is OK