Cold white tiles on every wall
Long flat halls that never fall
Humming lights above the head
Walking where the ink is spread
Turn the corner find the door
Concrete ceiling concrete floor
Hold my hand inside the haze
Lost within the brutal maze
Steel blue folders in a stack
Walk a mile and can't go back
Yellow lines on carpet green
Strange new rooms I've never seen
Turn the corner find the door
Concrete ceiling concrete floor
Hold my hand inside the haze
Lost within the brutal maze
Filing cabinets line the way
Ticking clocks in shades of grey
Heavy air and stale old tea
Only you can look for me
Stairs that lead to nowhere fast
Metal hinges built to last
Breathe the scent of old wet stone
Knowing we are not alone
Paper trails and ink on skin
Where the winding halls begin
Sifting through the ledger page
Trapped inside a limestone cage
Turn the corner find the door
Concrete ceiling concrete floor
Hold my hand inside the haze
Lost within the brutal maze
Check the map and check the light
Turning left to find the right
Heavy boots on polished slate
Waiting for the open gate
Turn the corner find the door
Concrete ceiling concrete floor
Hold my hand inside the haze
Lost within the brutal maze
Just a turn away.
The Grey Grid.
