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.
And she thinks ?Hey! How did I come to this?
I've dreamed 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,
But all the colors mix together to grey.
And it breaks her heart.

How she wishes it was different.
She prays to God most every night,
And though she swears he doesn't listen,
There's still a hope in Hell he might.
She says, ?I pray you!?
Oh but they fall on deaf ears.
?Am I supposed to take it all myself
To get out of this place??

Oh there's a loneliness inside her,
And she'd do anything to fill it in,
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now,
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together to grey.
And it breaks her heart.

There's a stranger speaks outside her door
Says, ?Take what you can from your dreams.
Make them as real as anything.
Oh, it'd take the work out of the courage.?
But she says, ?Please!
There's a crazy man that's creeping outside my door.
I live on the corner of Grey Street
And the End of the World.?

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.
Oh it breaks her heart.
To grey.
It breaks her heart.