Cold grey morning without sunlight ghostly mist on the horizon Empty visions of a world gone mad paints a picture so revealing Through my window dark tomorrow I can hear the sirens wailing For the future we are holding on as the ship of fools is sailing
Such a long time such a long time We are waiting for a peace that's lasting Reaching upward sliding downward looks like just another Cold grey morning
Hardly breathing hope is fading it's the end of the beginning Children playing in the empty streets it's a cold grey morning
