On a grey day at the edge of the city
On a grey day

On a grey day at the edge of the city
Birds fly low, glide above the water

Lapping salt at the pretty things
"See you Friday," she says to me
In the zone, for your pink expression
On a grey day at the edge of the city

On a grey day at the edge of the city
On a grey day at the edge of the city
Birds fly low, glide above the water
Lapping salt at the pretty things

On a grey day at the edge of the city
On a grey day at the edge of the city
On a grey day at the edge of the city

Do you want to come out in a clean area?
Do you want to come out in a clean area?
She smiles back at me in black and white
Smiling back at me in black and white
A shiny red ore she shows to me
A shiny red ore she shows to me
She makes sound come out of the ground
She makes sound come out of the ground
She makes sound come out of the ground
She makes sound come out of the ground
She makes sound come out of the ground
She makes sound come out of the ground
She makes sound come out of the ground
Makes sound come out of the ground