A Golden Grey Songtext
von Taproot

She walks with a sadness like she′s never known
Exiting from the back in black, from head to toe
The smell of a stale station air
Leaving behind a taste of despair
Almost running into someone she used to know

As fragile as a flower
She wonders if she can go on

It's been a long, long morning
Another cold, black Sunday
It′s like she's been awake for hours
Another dying Sunday


She hopes to hide these things behind a darkened veil
She dies inside thinking of every time she failed
It seems like only yesterday
A memory of cold and gray
Foreshadowing a pale tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow

If she could hold on one more hour
Maybe she can go on

It's been a long, long morning
Another cold, black Sunday
It′s like she′s been awake for hours
Another dying Sunday

She knows she tried
Stuck in the middle
She blames herself
A little
She knows she tried
Stuck in the middle
She hates this hell


It's been a long, long morning
Another cold, black Sunday
It′s like she's been awake for hours
Another dying Sunday