All cats are grey

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I never thought that I would find myself
In bed amongst the stones
The columns are all men
Begging to crush me
No shapes sail on the dark deep lakes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And no flags wave me home
In the caves
All cats are gray
In the caves

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The textures coat my skin
In the death cell
A single note
Rings on and on and on

 The Cure