Supreme Grey

A cavern speech into the dial
a little stamp behind the nails of a little house
I'm dropping you lines over the paper
like anyone else I thought I was the very first man
in you moon to land

On that day I'm awake
the sun breaks again
closed bars on the day I would drink again
I was there, you were right
but the fucking grey
spilling down on a age you and me regret

My father is there, a modern statue
my daughter is asking if she's going to born someday
the beauty was now a one-man country
the shores and the lakes we slept beside
with the early fade as the night was made

On that day I'm awake the sun breaks again
closed bars on the day I would drink again
I was there, you were right
but the fucking grey
spilling down on a age you and me regret