My shining hour has come upon me here The moment lingers in my room These words of mad music ringing clear I drink them in but it's gone too soon We cry, We sigh, Again we love And in my sweating pal

Devenir gris Devenir gris One man on a lonely platform One case sitting by his side Two eyes staring cold and silent Show fear as he turns to hide Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey) Aaah,