alice blue (king grey) Lyrics

There he goes

There he goes through

The crowd of garish folk

There he goes

There he goes

To his grey throne

There he sits, deep in thoughts

No crown on his head

But everyone knows

That he is king

The brightly colored folk

Kneeling at his feet

For the next show to start

They wait greedily

He want to slough off his grey skin

Drain his grey mind

Close his grey eye

There he stands, the king, tensely

Knee deep in the holy basin

To relive memories of color

Soaking it into his skin

But it fails

Cause all the time

The color leaves in the end

Except for little spots on his hand

He want to slough off his grey skin

Drain his grey mind

Close his grey eye