Well I've been here before
Sat on the floor in a grey room
Where I stay in all dayI don't eat, but I play with this grey food
Desole, if someone is prayin' then I might break out,
Desole, even if I scream I can't scream that loud
I'm all alone again
Crawling back home again
Stuck by the phone again
Well I've been here before
Sat on a floor in a grey mood
Where I stay up all night
And all that I write is a grey tune
So pray for me child, just for a while
That I might break out
Pray for me child
Even a smile would do for now
Have I still got you to be my open door
Have I still got you to be my sandy shore
Have I still got you to cross my bridge in this storm
Have I still got you to keep me warm
If I squeeze my grape and I drink my wine,
Nothing is lost, it's just frozen in frost,
And it's opening time, there's no-one in line
But I've still got me to be your open door,
I've still got me to be your sandy shore
I've still got me to cross your bridge in this storm
And I've still got me to keep you warm
Warmer than warm.
Damien Rice
Sunday, August 10, 2008
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