The x's on, the calendar are Losing their ink The zippers on your amber eyes, everynight are Losing their blink I count down the days here You wear out your ways here I can't see anything Except the grey And I'm sorry for that The same old fights Through the bathroom door Are losing their sheen The same old nights Up for hours Watching you sleep I count down the days here You wear out your ways here I can't see anything except the grey And I'm sorry for that Except the grey And I'm sorry for that So sorry for that I'm your, stab in the back And I'm so, sorry for that I'm sorry I count down the days here You wear out your ways here I can't see anything except the grey And I'm sorry for that Except the grey And I'm sorry for that So sorry for that