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