Grey Room - Damien Rice

Well, I’ve been here before

Sat on the floor

In a grey, grey room

Where I stay in all day

I don’t eat, but I play

With this grey, grey food

Désolé

If someone is praying

Then I might break out

Désolé

Even if I scream

I can’t scream that loud

I’m all alone again

Crawling back home again

Stuck by the phone again

Well, I’ve been here before

Sat on a floor

In a grey, grey mood

Where I stay up all night

And all that I write

Is a grey, grey tune

So pray for me, child

Just for a while

That I might break out

Pray for me, child

Even a smile

Would do for now

I’m all alone again

Crawling back home again

Stuck by the phone again

Have I still got you to be my open door?

Have I still got you to be my sandy shore?

Have I still got you to cross my bridge in this storm?

Have I still got you to keep me warm?

If I squeeze my grape

Then I drink my wine

If I squeeze my grape

And I drink my wine

Cause nothing is lost

It’s just frozen in frost

And it’s opening time

There’s no one in line

But I’ve still got me to be your open door

I’ve still got me to be your sandy shore

I’ve still got me to cross your bridge in this storm

And I’ve still got me to keep you warm

Warmer than warm, yeah

Warmer than warm, yeah

Warmer than warm, yeah

Warmer than warm, yeah