The grey days are the long silent roads
Of a deserted country and without heaven
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At Irene’s house they’re singing, they’re laughing
There are people coming, there are people going
At Irene’s house, bottles of wine
To Irene’s house they’re going tonight
Days without tomorrow and the desire for you
Only these days which seem to be made of stone
Nothing else than a wall
Overtopped by shards of bottles
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And then there are you at Irene’s house
And when you see me you run to me
You look into my eyes, you take my hand
And silently you take me with you
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Days without tomorrow and the desire for you
On these grey days I know where to find you
The grey days take me to you
To Irene’s house, to Irene’s house
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