The white walls are 'round me.
The white people are 'round me.
The white dreams for me again.
The white days for me again.
The white fingers crawl upon me.
The white birds fly inside of me.
The white winds into my soul.
The white tears already in eyes.
White birds. They won't get smashed up.
White angels fly after they.
Man that see in sleep the white bird
Must say goodbye and fly away
The gray baton again under me.
The gray dreams will run after me.
The gray dust will close up my mouth.
Man that did it will understand me.
I don't hear gray sounds.
I don't hear gray colors.
They had presented me the gray dress.
I have been gray in this sleep.
The gray birds can get smashed up.
The gray angels see upon them again.
And the man that see in sleep the gray bird,
Better drop off and don't fly