The grey makes you sick Color of things gone Stretched out like a shadow Stretched out like a shadow The bed holds your shape It tempts you back to Stretched out like your shadow Stretched out like your shadow Come away from the window I'm afraid of what you'll see Leave what the future holds to be Happy holding me Come away from the window I'm afraid of what you'll see Leave what the future holds to be Happy holding me The night holds his scent It tempts you back to Stretched out like his shadow Stretched out like his shadow Not afraid of the dark But of things I do not see Stretched out in his shadow Stretched out in his shadow Come away from the window I'm afraid of what you'll see Leave what the future holds to be Happy holding me Come away from the window I'm afraid of what you'll see Leave what the future holds to be Happy holding me When I grow old I'll go back to the sea 10, 000 watery hands ask to greet me Oh water carry My weight in windswept arms Oh constant friend, carry oooooooon Carry on