Hey grey sky! Why you coming down here?
Hey grey sky! Clouding our warm English beer
Hey grey sky! Crumbling our magic towers
Hey grey sky! Level out your rain gun hours

I'm walking at you down the street
I think the ghost of the past will enter through our feet
And dance this requiem, For Plymouth Grove
On smoky carpet, little angels, treasure trove.
Now watch the windows, they'll watch back
The past will marshal her attack
And march through cracks in the old walls
And rewind what we saw before.

Hey grey sky! Why you coming down here?
Hey grey sky! Clouding our warm English beer
Hey grey sky! Crumbling our magic towers
Hey grey sky! Level out your rain gun hours

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