Testo Different Gray - Horse Feathers

Different Gray

Oregon loves too few.
Oregon loves just you.
Curse the rose, curse the rain.
Now two bodies, can’t start the same.
How our sun has gone away, there aren’t days,
there’s just different gray.
How can anybody only just sleep?
How can anybody only just leave?
Who talked to you?
Who’s in your ear?
Probably a better man.
Who’s probably got better plans
for wealth or success