I'm into a thing, I said

I can't give a lot

I'm out of my skin, I said

I can't feel.

If only I could stand you know

I'd say goodbye;

If only I could grow

We'd stay,

Doubtfully grey.



Galapagos dreams, I said

Place me in your tree

Together we crawled out of the sea,

I said

And we lost our tails

That's a surprise she smiled

almost nervously

Equating apes with me

Could leave me feeling grey,

Doubtfully grey,

Frightfully pale.



I don't understand your songs,

She smiled out at me.

I don't understand your drinking tea,

I offered hopefully.

If only words could love

you know, well, we'd dictionate.

I watch you watching me and wait,

Doubtfully grey,

Greyfully doubt

Fullygrey doubt,

Fullydoubt grey.



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Lyric: David MacIver

Music: Rupert Hine



Accoustic Guitar & Bellows: Rupert Hine

Bass, Accoustic Guitar & Glockenspiel: Simon Jeffes

Skull: John Punter

Strings: The Martyn Ford Grey Ensemble

Orchestration: Simon Jeffes



Overheard at a cocktail party,

but never said