Grey Songtext
von Tremor Ama

When the wind blows on the trees
And all the leaves are already gone
Even silence seems noisy
A man-made calm before the storm

As if the sky was turning grey
And nothing had taste anymore, except your lips
As if the sky was turning grey
May our love remain from the impending end


When the hole cannot be filled
No last resort for what we′ve lost
Tears of the hopeless
A torrential rain which drown all that remains

Our world is over
Already gone

As if the sky was turning grey
And nothing had taste anymore, except your lips
As if the sky was turning grey
May our love remain from the impending end

From the impending end