Stop searching. Start finding.

The sky is grey, the sand is grey, and the ocean is grey.
I feel right at home in this stunning monochrome, alone in my way.
I smoke and i drink and every time i blink i have a tiny dream.
But as bad as i am i'm proud of the fact that i'm worse than i seem.
What kind of paradise am i looking for?
I've got everything i want and still i want more.
Maybe some tiny shiny thing will wash up on the shore.
You walk through my walls like a ghost on tv.
You
Penetrate
Me.
And my little pink heart is on its little brown raft floating out
to sea.
And what can i say but i'm wired this way and you're wired to me,
and what can i do but wallow in you
unintentionally?
What kind of paradise am i looking for?
I've got everything i want and still i want more.
Maybe some tiny shiny key will wash up on the shore.

Regretfully, i guess i've got three
simple things to say.
Why me?
Why this now?
Why this way?
Overtone's ringing,
undertow's pulling away under a sky that is grey on sand that is grey by an
ocean that's grey.
What kind of paradise am i looking for?
I've got everything
i want and still i want more.

Maybe some tiny shiny key will wash up on the
shore...