• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Kreen-Akore - Paul McCartney
• Green Car - Not Available
• Green & Gray - Nickel Creek
• Carrion Crow - Across Tundras
• Green Car - Emmi
• Grey In Grey - Girls Under Glass

Instrumental

I have a little green car, bought in 1940,
It hasn't work for 40 years now, so I call it my sweet oldie
I have a little green car, bought at Steven's garage
And if I sell this little green car, I would be prospectively rich
I would die if I would lose my favourite oldie
I would cry if I would be alone
I don't know why it was built in 1940
but I'm sure, that someone threw a stone
My car was damaged and no one's cared about
But I'll find that guy and then he sure will die
I will see my car wins a couple of prices
I will flee from photos and magazines
I don't have the time to drive my little green car

I'm in a room full of people, hanging on one person's breath.
We would all vote him most likely to be loved to death.
I hope he still wants it, but it might remind him of when,
he aimed for the bulls eye and hit it nine times out of ten.
That one time his hand slipped, and I saw the dart sail away.
I don't know where it landed, but I'm guessing between green and gray.
We thought nothing of it, but it still haunts him like a ghost.
With all eyes upon him, except two that matter the most.
He says, "Green is the color everyone sees all around me.
Gray is the color I see around her, and she's just a blur."
The more the corwd cheers, the less I can hear
and they don't really care what I play. It might be for her.
But for now it's between green and gray.
We paid and we cheered. Now we're gone and to us that feels right.
But for him every one of those evenings turns into a night.
With another hotel room where he lays awake to pretend
that he's doing fine with his notebook and discman for friends.
He says, "Green is the color everyone sees all around me.
Gray is the color I see around her, and she's just a blur."
Night after night what I hear, what I write fills the room
and my head starts to sway. It might be for her,
but for now it's between green and gray.
I want you to love me, he whispers, unable to speak.
And he wonders aloud why feelings so strong make the body so weak.
Then he awoke. Now he's scared to death somebody heard.

Sing high, sing cold.
A carrion crow sat upon a dead oak.
Sing high, sing cold. It sang about an arrow's mark and terrible woe.
A man took offense to the song so bitter and cold.
"Don't you know that I walk upon the highest road?"
Go fetch me my old bent bow.
So I may shoot you, carrion crow.
Sing high, sing cold.
The man took aim with his old bent bow.
Beneath my feet you shall go, carrion crow.
The man shot and missed his mark.
Shot his own wife through the heart.
Carrion crow sat upon dead oak.
Singing high, singing cold.
Beneath my feet you may go,
and soon you won't walk alone.
You won't walk alone.
Beneath my feet you may go,
and soon you won't walk alone.

Driving in your little green car
Driving too fast and driving way too far
What will you do in between
In between the lights when you're seen
On the road she´s really happy
On the road she feels alive
There she goes and there she goes
Hiding away from the rest of the world
There she goes and there she goes
Hiding away like a scared little girl
There she goes and there she goes again
There she goes and there she goes again
In her little green car
Waiting for the end of the road
Looking for the place that someone said to go
How can you come to the end
That´s when something pushes again
Chorus
There she goes, hiding again
Hiding from herself and the pain
She feels alive

Grey In Grey raindrops explode at blind windows
grey in grey the sky sinks down at sticky roads
Grey in Grey disolation is darkening my mind
grey in grey no event stops the slow and long time
yeah the feeling came like a wind like a wonderful warm breath
leading to endless horizons why do I still love you
black in black heaven is like a black hole
and the breaking waves turn into working machines
blue in blue falling into isolation
grey in grey no event stops the slow and long time
yeah the feeling has gone with the wind like a painful cold breath