Not dark, nor clear, only grey; this day Not cold, nor warm, just mild; this air Not steady, nor fast, quite slow; this time No problems and feelings, so light my mind. Into this grey you can see the difference from holding one hand and tying one soul, from noting pains, once more, on the sands, and writing joys, only once, in the stone On the world I will stay tonight waiting for another grey cause it brings me next pic from life greyness slides me over again Browsing my album again how many, where are those days fill up the life leaving no trace no, no memories