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• Artiste: Meisce
• Titre: Grey Sunday
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'Twas a dreary December morning, when a knock came on my door My love confessed then to me that she could take no more She said she care not love someone who drank to forget his pain Then with a cold goodbye she slammed the door, then it soon began to rain Well it's all the same, again my heart is shamed when life is just shite all day and all night I'll just drink my time away Fog then rain, and tomorrow's Christmas day If I can survive this bottle tonight Should I start my life again? For all my life I've been alone locked in this poisoned brain seems the only key to set me free gets further every day So here I sit on this barstool, as the pints and shots go down now it's February 13th in this grey shithole of a town And the weather always mocks my mood, as the rain pours down like tears and I think I'll take a walk on the bridge when I've finished thirteen beers Well it's all the same, again my heart is shamed when life is just shite all day and all night I'll just drink my time away Fog then rain, and tomorrow's valentine's day If I should survive through Saturday night I can't face another grey Sunday Well it's all the same, forever my heart is shamed when life is just shite all day and all night I just drink my time away Aye or nay? Should I fly or should I stay? If I should survive through Saturday night I can't face another grey Sunday