The sky is grey, the sand is grey, and the ocean is grey. And 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? You walk through my walls like a ghost on TV; you penetrate me.