The grey parade goes by
From sick beds into town.
All our plans were painted red,
And then watered down to dead
And you say,
All I ask is that you would like
To try them once again.
A red dress in the wind
Pinned all along the wire.
Oh, I tried to kiss her mouth,
Now the dress is on the ground.
All the red is marching South,
And I know it won't be found.
Now the sky she knows just one
Reflection of the sea.
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And she knows just what she's worth,
Oh she's just a mirror for
But she rains down from above,
What it is she wants to be
On the grey parade?
While the familiar noise
Turns daylight into grey.
No, don't stay in bed for me,
No, don't rest inside a frame!
Cause the rain will come, she always comes,
To wash the red away!