Gone are the days of the visceral.
Here in their place, – a perpetual grind.
I saw you coming down from the Grey House,
And it changed my mind.
I’m moved by the way you descend in grace
From that imposing edifice.
I saw you coming down from the Grey House
Like a feather from the sky.
I saw you coming down from the Grey House.
I was headed down to the riverbed,
When I knelt down to the water’s edge, -
Only to find, the reflection wasn’t mine.
I saw you coming down from the Grey House
And it changed my mind.
Copyright MMX ~ J.S. Hazelwood
