Making grey out of something new
Swim to the top out of the blue
Never thinking of anyone but you
The color fades from your new tattoo
Bags under the eyes
Cities population on the rise
Loneliness grows like a reaching vine
Making grey out of something new
Letting something small become something huge
Never thinking of anyone but you
The color fades from your new tattoo
Bags under the eyes
Cities population on the rise
Loneliness grows like a reaching vine
Water lilies call out your name
Picture of you hanging in a frame
Never thinking of anyone but you
Never thinking of anyone but you
Bags under the eyes
Cities population on the rise
Loneliness grows like a reaching vine
Toyon - Making Grey Lyrics
Toyon - Making Grey Lyrics
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Making grey out of something new
Swim to the top out of the blue
Never thinking of anyone but you
The color fades from your new tattoo
Bags under the eyes
Cities population on the rise
Loneliness grows like a reaching vine
Making grey out of something new
Letting something small become something huge
Never thinking of anyone but you
The color fades from your new tattoo
Bags under the eyes
Cities population on the rise
Loneliness grows like a reaching vine
Water lilies call out your name
Picture of you hanging in a frame
Never thinking of anyone but you
Never thinking of anyone but you
Bags under the eyes
Cities population on the rise
Loneliness grows like a reaching vine
Swim to the top out of the blue
Never thinking of anyone but you
The color fades from your new tattoo
Bags under the eyes
Cities population on the rise
Loneliness grows like a reaching vine
Making grey out of something new
Letting something small become something huge
Never thinking of anyone but you
The color fades from your new tattoo
Bags under the eyes
Cities population on the rise
Loneliness grows like a reaching vine
Water lilies call out your name
Picture of you hanging in a frame
Never thinking of anyone but you
Never thinking of anyone but you
Bags under the eyes
Cities population on the rise
Loneliness grows like a reaching vine
Writer: Manuel Rodriguez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid