Grey Rain

Let  
me find you  
the unsung songs  
hidden in the deepest blue  
 
Bring you the wicked souls of night  
split from the morning dew  
 
Let’s sit on tombstones and sing to the remains in the grave  
Feel the cold raindrops on the faces while we look up at the grey  
 
Come, sweet princess, I'll walk with you in these eerie roads
save you from falling for the false clerical wardrobes  
 
fog in the atmosphere making a dream to celebrate our love  
 
Now sleep tight sweetie,  
and leave your  
night mares  
to me