Grey Room – frustrações e inspiração

Uma música maravilhosa… Sobre frustrações e inspiração. Porque todos nos pegamos, de tempos em tempos, dentro de um quarto cinza. But not for long.  Cheers, Damien Rice! You’re the man!

Well, I’ve been here before… Sat on a floor, in a  grey, grey room.
Where I stay in all day, I don’t eat but I play with this grey, grey food…

Désolé, if someone’s praying and than I might break out…
Désolé, even if I scream I can’t scream that loud…

I’m all alone again… Crawling back home again… Stuck by the phone again…

Well, I’ve been here before, sat on a floor in a grey grey mood.
Where I stay up all night and all that I write is a grey, grey tune…

So, pray for me child, just for a while, that I might break out.
Pray for me now child, even I smile would do for now…

‘Cause I’m all alone again… Just crawling back home again… Stuck by the phone again…

Have I still got you to be my open door?
Have I still got you to be my sandy shore?
Have I still got you to cross my bridge in this storm?
Have I still got you to keep me warm?

If I squeeze my grape, than I drink my wine….
If I squeeze my grape, than I drink my wine…

Oh, ‘cause nothing’s lost! It’s just frozen in frost, and it’s opening time!
There’s no-one in line, but I’ve still got me….
…to be your open door…
I’ve still got me to be your sandy shore…
I’ve still got me to cross your bridge in this storm…
And I’ve still got me to keep you warm…
Warmer than warm, yeah… Warmer than warm, yeah…
Warmer than warm, yeah…!

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