Well I've been here before
I've sat on the floor
In a grey, grey room
Where I stay in all day
I don't eat but I play
With this grey, grey food

Desole, if someone is prayin'
Then I might break out
Desole, even if I scream
I can't scream that loud

'Cause I'm all alone again
Crawling back home again
Just stuck by the phone again

Well I've been here before
Sat on a floor
In a grey, grey mood
Where I stay up all night
And all that I write
Is a grey, grey tune

So pray for me, child
Just for a while
And I might break out, yeah
Pray for me, child
Even a smile
Would do for now

So I'm all alone again
Crawling back home again
Stuck by the phone again

Have I still got you to be my open door?
Have I still got you to be my sandy shore?
Have I still got you to cross my bridge in this storm?
Have I still got you to keep me warm?

If I squeeze my grape
And I drink my wine
If I squeeze my grape
And I drink my wine

Oh, 'cause nothing is lost
It's just frozen in frost
And is opening time
And there's no one in line

But I've still got me to be your open door
I've still got me to be your sandy shore
I've still got me to cross your bridge in this storm
And I've still got me to keep you warm

Warmer than warm, yeah
Warmer than warm, yeah
Warmer than warm, yeah
Warmer than warm, yeah
Warmer than warm, yeah

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Damien George Rice