On a Grey Day

On a grey day at the edge of the city On a grey day On a grey day at the edge of the city Birds fly low, glide above the water Lapping salt at the pretty things "See you Friday," she says to me In the zone, for your pink expression On a grey day at the edge of the city On a grey day at the edge of the city On a grey day at the edge of the city Birds fly low, glide above the water Lapping salt at the pretty things On a grey day at the edge of the city On a grey day at the edge of the city On a grey day at the edge of the city Do you want to come out in a clean area? Do you want to come out in a clean area? She smiles back at me in black and white Smiling back at me in black and white A shiny red ore she shows to me A shiny red ore she shows to me She makes sound come out of the ground She makes sound come out of the ground She makes sound come out of the ground She makes sound come out of the ground She makes sound come out of the ground She makes sound come out of the ground She makes sound come out of the ground Makes sound come out of the ground