T.S.O.L
It’s Gray
She lives in a shadowy park
Miles from where I dwell
She's an angel of the dark
Born and raised in Hell
Wrecked these feelings
Palms for the dead
Mounting passion, sense is really
Love is nothing but carnival stealing
You'll see (x2)

Once around the cycle and you can get used to it
Twice around the cycle and you can get more of it
Three times around the cycle and you start to get sick, sick, sick
Four times around the cycle and you wonder is it worth it

Well I don't know what it's all about
And it makes me wonder will it ever work out
Well I don't know but it makes me feel so down
So down, oh so down
Well it's gray
It's gray

You're gonna tell me that you love me when you know it's just a lie
You're gonna tell me that you love me cause you know it makes me cry
When I look in your eyes, I see all I fear
This gray game you're playin' keeps me cryin' black tears
Well I don't know what it's all about
And it makes me wonder will it ever work out
Well I don't know why it makes me feel so down
So down, oh so down
It's gray (x2)

You look one way, you can see the gray game
You look the other way, you can see it's just the same
We live our lives in fear and shame
Lies, and adultery and everything else that maims

Well I don't know what it's all about
And it makes me wonder will it ever work out
Well I don't know and it makes me feel so down
So down, oh so down
Well It's gray