Gray Room Damien Rice Well I've been here before Sat on the floor in a grey grey room Where I stay in all day I don't eat, but I play with this grey grey food Desole, if someone is prayin' then I might break out, Desole, even if I scream I can't scream that loud I'm all alone again Crawling back home again Stuck by the phone again Well I've been here before Sat on a floor in a grey grey mood Where I stay up all night And all that I write is a grey grey tune So pray for me child, just for a while That I might break out yeah Pray for me child Even a smile would do for now 'Cause I'm all alone again Crawling back home again Stuck by the phone again Have I still got you to be my open door Have I still got you to be my sandy shore Have I still got you to cross my bridge in this storm Have I still got you to keep me warm If I squeeze my grape and I drink my wine Coz if I squeeze my grape and I drink my wine Oh coz nothing is lost, it's just frozen in frost...
Insanely idiotic, mind-bogglingly brilliant, and all points in-between; more of the former.