I watch the smoke drift, from my cigarette I hear the roaches cross the floor Slam dance around me, in my chair I sit The grey's leakin' through the door There's a shade of grey! I've never seen before... My gaze fixed on, the space beneath the door My life flash. before my eyes... All this sweat grew from one solitary drop Grey's movin' cross the floor We walk alone, no one beside us! It's never simple as black or white We should have known, no one would find us! That we would all wind up in Shades of grey... "It seems like everytime I get a chance... is quite naked And as I turn around, as I turn around... and Inside there's no doubt its gonna happen again" Nobody listenin', so I talk to myself Sometimes I pay me no... mind... I lost this argument, so very long ago... The right words were so hard to find... I can't breathe in the grey! An' I can't find the key to the door...