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

Desolé, if someone is praying then I might break out
Desolé, 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

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?

'Cos I squeeze my grape and I drink my wine
'Cos I squeeze my grape and I drink my wine
Oh, 'cos nothing is lost, it's just frozen in frost
And it's opening time, there's no-one in line

But I've still got me to be your open door
And I've still got me to be your sandy shore
And I've still got me to cross your bridge in this storm
And I've still got me to keep you warm

Warmer than warm, yeah
Warmer than warm, yeah
Warmer than warm, yeah
Warmer than warm, yeah