In between the dunes of bright snow

　　There's a place where the wind won't blow

　　I sit protected from the harsh cold

　　But there's no one there to hold

　　Have you really looked into my eyes lately?

　　Cinders, feathers, clouds in bad weather

　　Old men, shadows smoke in thick billows

　　Grey, all grey, all grey

　　Stay, please stay, just stay

　　Like a moth beneath the moonlight

　　I am just a blend of black and white

　　On the TV silent movies plain' back to back

　　Like memories

　　Have you really looked into my eyes lately?

　　Cinders, feathers, clouds in bad weather

　　Old men, shadows smoke in thick billows

　　Grey, all grey, all grey

　　Stay, please stay, just stay

　　Grey, all grey, all grey

　　Stay, please stay, just stay