Grey Skies

You'll see that in time When the skies fade to gray I'll be seeing you When you squirm away But baby You'll be writhing back one day Because you're on a rope Attached to your neck Attached to my feet Got nowhere to go Got nothing to see So baby Come back to me Sit on the steps In the alley alongside My contortionist brain Take off your slippers Off with your berry beret Take off your witchy attitude It will all be OK You were under my spell Listen to what I don't say Nothing will be this way As the sky fades to gray All goes away All goes away