News from the cold #2

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 outto 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.

Ani DiFranco - "Grey"