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 e nd of the beginning

Children playing in the empty streets it's a cold grey morning