Grey Glider
By Fjaere Nilssen
I don't want to give it all away
I don't wanna feel sad today
I know my feet are made out of clay
Still it's gotta be ok, just to carry on
Everybody out there in the Scene
It's not cool to act too keen
I don't know just what that means
The ghost in my genes will carry on
Grey Glider, uh huh. Grey Glider, uh huh. Grey Glider.
Oh and isn't it holy to be happy, Baby,
Holy to be happy?
Holy to be happy, Baby,
Especially when you're coming down
Down, down, down,
Grey Glider uh huh.
Grey Glider uh huh.
Grey Glider
I know a secret lair
Fly me high on your magic stair, oh,oh
We'll enter, just we two
From the last red rose, we're only shadows
If they only knew
My Grey Glider