Sons Of Grey के बोल

my litlle velcro twineis in a state were the cars don¹t drive and the people stare at number five in gold didn¹t I tell you you¹ld be happy didn¹t I tell you it¹s a sell-out even your mother will be proud my little sense of time is big enough to count the seconds between a fine toast and a toast that¹s made to burn don¹t this lack of color suit me or shall I chase another greyhound bark my day all of my wheels are turning both of my hands are burning follow the sons of grey find me a cloud that¹s yurning find me a sheep that¹s kerning find me the sons of grey through windows we gaze at concrete that plays songs of grey the bricks are in place my spoon¹s on a tray songs of grey crossfading the goat that sleeps in my throat songs of grey emergency rhymes to polish the chymes songs of grey