A Golden Grey Lyrics - Episodes - Taproot

She walks with a sadness like she's never known 

exiting from the back in black from head to toe 

a swallow of stale station air 

leaving behind the taste of despair 

almost running into someone she used to know 

as fragile as a flower 

she wonders if she can go on 

it's been a long morning 

another cold back Sunday 

it's like shes been awake for hours 

another dying Sunday 

she hopes to hide these things behind a darkened veil 

she dies inside thinking of every time she failed 

it seems like only yesterday 

a memory of golden grey 

foreshadowing a pale tomorrow 

if she could hold on one more hour 

maybe she can go on 

it's been a long morning 

another cold back Sunday 

it's like shes been awake for hours 

another dying Sunday 

she knows she tried 

stuck in the middle 

she blames herself, a little 

she knows she tried 

suck in the middle 

she hates this sound 

it's been a long morning 

another cold back Sunday 

it's like shes been awake for hours 

another dying Sunday