The sky is grey, the sand is grey, and the ocean is grey. I feel right at
Home in this stunning monochrome, alone in my way. I smoke and I drink and
Every time I blink I have a tiny dream. But as bad as I am I'm proud of the
Fact that I'm worse than I seem. What kind of paradise am I looking for? I've
Got everything I want and still I want more. Maybe some tiny shiny thing will
Wash up on the shore. You walk through my walls like a ghost on tv. You
Penetrate me and my little pink heart is on it's little brown raft floating out
To sea. And what can I say but I'm wired this way and you're wired to me, and
What can I do but wallow in you unintentionally? What kind of paradise am I
Looking for? I've got everything I want and still I want more. Maybe some tiny
Shiny key will wash up on the shore. Regretfully, I guess I've got three
Simple things to say. Why me? Why this now? Why this way? Overtone's ringing,
Undertow's pulling away under a sky that is grey on sand that is grey by an
Ocean that's grey. What kind of paradise am I looking for? I've got everything
I want and still I want more. Maybe some tiny shiny key will wash up on the
Shore.
