Gris

You know how to ignore, it's your imitation
You know, hurting is your conviction
I built a temple for you, with something for me
And everything else.....and everything else

You know how to listen, it's your invitation
You know how to decipher, it's your deduction
I built a temple for you, a tree for me
And everything else.....and everything else

Reaching heaven and everything is gray....reaching heaven.
Everything is gray and the rest....
Separating from your space, the rest is so fragile
Saying goodbye to your space, the rest is so fragile
And no it's not for you, no it's not for you.....
And everything else.