First B in block three
There are sirens that don't know how to swim
You're always in San Antonio
People dream of escaping from here
This gray isn't the end, yeah
In a pool hall you talk about a chalet
About so many things that you're not gonna have
You're here another April
Black stones at an indigo blue sky
This gray isn't the end, yeah
Ska couches and in any bar
With a view of a vacant lot
This gray isn't the end, yeah