Searching in the grey Quilted by a soften doom So many things are piling In such a little room Will I miss out anything? I walked through infinite alleys Exasperated visions If this is what are we made for, why hesitate? Searching in the grey room Can see it crystal clear But can't discern a thing I can't discern a thing The color is absent Watch out for the angels And you won't feel the pain At the cost of pleasure Will I miss out anything In this mistery shelter? Will I miss out anything Spending my countless days counting The shades of grey At the cost of pleasure, of pleasure I walked through infinite alleys Exasperated visions If this is what are we made for, why hesitate? I've walked through infinite alleys Distorted visions If this what we are made for, we have to be brave In the name of pleasure In the name of pleasure ♪ When there is No certainty About tomorrow All will make sense just let it be, let it be Everything will make sense Shall we linger in grey? Shall we stop searching for it? Am I good enough for this? Am I good enough? Why do you make me ask? Don't you see by yourself? Why do you make me ask? Don't you see by yourself?