Come accustomed, to the luster, of it all
No longer, seems to shine, on anything
The sunglasses keep getting bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger.
We've all learnt today, our sign.
and the train, I might fail
and the rain, is, grey, make it grey
but we will miss the site
we bought our eyes for,
and will keep in mind
that the ways that we steam
make the tea that we drink
well the dreams that we dream is now
make it grey, grey, grey, grey, grey, grey, grey
make it grey
make it grey