Grey Room

Well, I've been here before Sat on a floor in a grey, grey room Where I stay in all day, I don't eat But I play with this grey, grey food Desole, If someone is praying Then I might break out Desole, even if I scream I can't scream that loud 'Cause 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, grey mood Where I stay up all night And all that I write is a grey, grey tune So pray for me, child, just for a while That I might break out, yeah Pray for me, child Even a smile would do for now 'Cause I'm all alone again Crawling back home again Stuck by the phone again 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, yeah 'Cause I squeeze my grape And I drink my wine Oh 'cause nothing is lost It's just frozen in frost And is open in time And there's no one in line But I've still got me To be your open door And I've still got me To be your sandy shore And 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, yeah Warmer than warm, yeah Warmer than warm, yeah Warmer than warm, yeah Warmer than warm, yeah