Grey

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 out to 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.
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.

– ani difranco

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