Paroles de Lesser oceans

She asked 'hows seattle' in some motherly talk,
Its okay, its mostly grey,
I think i'm just levelling off.

And sometimes i think i'm running around,
Like a dog with no song,
No song.
And im following some flickering lamp,
In the fog, the fog.

I know, i know, that i'm getting older.
I don't think they really like me.
If i could just stay a little longer,
They might be giving up new greys.

Think back, to the time