Shame on me I´m just a boy Hiding my face in my hands It always seems to rain without a cloud in the sky Another cold year passing by. Is it now too late to be wherever I want to be? I swear that you will see me again when it all comes to an end shame on us, look what we made empty sidewalks, darkened streets my eyes adjusted to the dark but my hands can’t stop shivering some day I will remove them and see all the colors filled in. In the city where I live we are nothing but shades in the city I live in we´re shades on the same greyscale. It has never been so easy for anyone to blend in with the pavement the horizon meets the sky it has never been so easy for anyone to sink into the concrete Greyscale city, We´re just shades on the same greyscale