Damien Rice Follow

Well I’ve been here before, I’ve 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, Just stuck by the phone againYeah, 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, And I
might break out yeah,Pray for me child, Even a smile,
Would do for now,So I’m all alone again, Crawling back
home again, Just stuck by the phone againHave 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,Coz if I squeeze my grape, And I drink my wine yeah,Coz if I squeeze my grape, And I drink my wine yeah,Yeah, Oh coz nothing is lost, This is frozen in frost,And it’s opening time, And there’s no-one in line,But I’ve still got me to be your open door,I’ve still
got me to be your sandy shore,I’ve still got me to cross
your bridge in this storm,And I’ve still got me to keep me
warm,Warmer than warm yeah, Warmer than warm
yeah,Warmer than warm yeah, Warmer than warm yeah.