Cold grey morning without sunlight ghostly mist on the horizon
Empty visions of a world gone mad paints a picture so revealing
Through my window dark tomorrow I can hear the sirens wailing
For the future we are holding on as the ship of fools is sailing

Such a long time such a long time
We are waiting for a peace that´s lasting
Reaching upward sliding downward looks like just another
Cold grey morning

Hardly breathing hope is fading it´s the end of the beginning
Children playing in the empty streets it´s a cold grey morning