Monday, October 16, 2006

Busted Stuff

Oh, look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out onto Grey Street

She thinks, “Hey,
How did I come to this?
I dream myself a thousand times around the world
But I can’t get out of this place”

There’s an emptiness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now
It’s more like cold blue ice in her heart

She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life
She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright
But all the colors mix together to grey
And it breaks her heart

-Dave Matthews Band, Grey Street

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