Four Gray Walls Songtext
von Johnny Dowd

My past lies buried between your thighs
Are your breasts still wet from my crying eyes?
I wander the streets both night and day
For the love that I charged I now must pay

Sweet, sweetheart
Sweet, sweetheart

From the brutal wings of the mourning dove
Comes a bitter truth from heaven above
Sackcloth and ashes is what you should wear
The dream of love has become a nightmare

Sweet, sweetheart
Sweet, sweetheart


I live in a room with four grey walls
Impatiently I sit and pray for your call
Like a biblical swine in self-pity doth wallow
Your love is poison I gladly would swallow

A doctor can fix a damaged heart
Replace what′s been broken with artificial parts
But the damage you've caused only God can repair
Whether I live or I die I no longer care

Sweet, sweetheart
Sweet, sweetheart

Sweetheart
Sweetheart
Sweetheart
Sweetheart