Dye It Gray

The flying black bird reminds of golden days
Going backward, feels like I'll never awake

When the life is lame
Just dye it gray
All the same

The flying black bird reminds of golden days
Going backward, feels like I'll never awake

The winter storm reminds of winds that warm
You'll never find in traffic of headlights

When the life is lame
Just dye it gray
All the same

What I've lost in the past at a quiet empty room
You never know at last
See you again in June
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