Persian theatre

Cold Grey Light Of Dawn

That old alarm clock gives a yell
starting another day in hell
passing a world I can't face with you gone
in the mirror I see
someone to choose to be me
and I turn blue in the cold grey light of dawn
The Neon light and the jukebox
help to ease me through the night
I lean hard on the bottle
'til I no longer stand up right
in the morning in my room
I'm like a body in a tomb
Those same three walls keep coming on
kind of strong
Down the freeway when I drive
more dead than alive
and I turn blue in the cold grey light of dawn
The Neon light and the jukebox
help to ease me through the night
I lean hard on the bottle
'til I no longer stand up right
in the morning in my room
I feel like a body in a tomb
Those same three walls keep coming on
kind of strong
Down the freeway then I drive
more dead than alive
and I turn blue in the cold grey light of dawn