Between the grey and the blue
I want to see the sea in the winter
To have salt in my hair
And sand under my eyelids
Take me wherever you want
I won't fuss about it
As long as everything's grey and blue
So deep that you get lost
If there is noise between us
What can we do
Between the grey and the blue
Say, which one do you prefer
Between the grey and the blue
The ideas roam
If the evening is stormy
I dye it with methylene
Just to see which of us
Will inflict more grief on themselves
Just to see if we stay cross
The whole week
If there is noise between us
What can we do
Between the grey and the blue
Say, which one do you prefer
Between the grey and the blue
Without negotiating one's own anger
If others are playing with fire
Me, it's the cold that I prefer
Prior to confessing
Could we just be quiet for a while
To choose for one, for both
Grey-blue, or vice-versa
If there is noise between us
What can we do
Between the grey and the blue
Say, which one do you prefer