I try to keep it in my mind.
I try to keep it in my head.
I’m not the worst and
I’m not the best.
Gray skies, Gray skies..
I lock the door behind me.
Gray skies, Gray skies.
Close the blinds, let no light in.
I have my paper and I have my pens.
Try to draw simple shapes,
then block the values in.
Can you hear my voice?
Does it sound like yours?
Can you hear me sing? Can you hear me sing?
Gray skies, Gray skies…
Close the door behind me.
Gray skies, Gray skies..
Close the blinds, let no light in.
I deserve to be,
but I should not be alive.
I was given a reprieve, some kind of second shot at life.
Some say it’s amazing that I can even hold a thought.
Just think of that next time you think it’s the WORST you’ve GOT.
Gray skies, gray skies..
Lock the door behind you.
Gray skies, gray skies…
Close the blinds let no light in.
Try to keep it in my mind.
Try to keep it in my head.
Gray clouds happen somewhere everyday so
just don’t make so much of it,
just don’t make so much of it.
I wake at dusk, asleep by dawn.
Everybody wants attention.
I wake at dusk, asleep by dawn.
Do I have your attention?
Gray skies, gray skies, gray skies, gray skies..
(written and recorded July 12th,2015)
Categories: Original Music, Ted Giffin