Well i've been here before, i've 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,
I'm all alone again, crawling back home again, just stuck by the phone again
(parte 2)
Yeah, 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 i'm all alone again, crawling back home again, just stuck by the phone again
(refrão)
Have i still got you to be my open door,
Have i still got you to be my sandy shore,
Coz if i squeeze my grape, and i drink my wine yeah,
Coz if i squeeze my grape, and i drink my wine yeah,
Yeah, oh coz nothing is lost, this is frozen in frost,
And it's opening time, and there's no-one in line,
(refrão 2)
But i've still got me to be your open door,
I've still got me to be your sandy shore,
Warmer than warm yeah, warmer than warm yeah,
Warmer than warm yeah, warmer than warm yeah.