Sons Of Grey – Daan – letras

my litlle velcro twineis in a state were the cars don¹t driveand the people stare at number five in golddidn¹t I tell you you¹ld be happydidn¹t I tell you it¹s a sell-outeven your mother will be proudmy little sense of timeis big enough to count the secondsbetween a fine toast and a toast that¹s made to burndon¹t this lack of color suit meor shall I chase another greyhoundbark my dayall of my wheels are turningboth of my hands are burningfollow the sons of greyfind me a cloud that¹s yurningfind me a sheep that¹s kerningfind me the sons of greythrough windows we gaze at concrete that playssongs of grey the bricks are in placemy spoon¹s on a tray songs of greycrossfading the goat that sleeps in my throatsongs of grey emergency rhymesto polish the chymes songs of grey