I'm into a thing, I said I can't give a lot I'm out of my skin, I said I can't feel. If only I could stand you know I'd say goodbye; If only I could grow We'd stay, Doubtfully grey. Galapagos dreams, I said Place me in your tree Together we crawled out of the sea, I said And we lost our tails That's a surprise she smiled Almost nervously Equating apes with me Could leave me feeling grey, Doubtfully grey, Frightfully pale. I don't understand your songs, She smiled out at me. I don't understand your drinking tea, I offered hopefully. If only words could love You know, well, we'd dictionate. I watch you watching me and wait, Doubtfully grey, Greyfully doubt Fullygrey doubt, Fullydoubt grey. - Lyric: David MacIver Music: Rupert Hine Accoustic Guitar & Bellows: Rupert Hine Bass, Accoustic Guitar & Glockenspiel: Simon Jeffes Skull: John Punter Strings: The Martyn Ford Grey Ensemble Orchestration: Simon Jeffes Overheard at a cocktail party, But never said