Grey Love
Nerina Pallot Lyrics


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Grey, grey love
Grey, grey love

Blood on the streets
Crimson? the colour of misery
My hands onto
How cruel your kindness can be
A winter so long
A winter to last us the whole year through
What else is there for us to do but make...

Grey, grey love
Grey, grey love
Grey, grey love
Grey, grey love

Futile, this longing for something we own ourselves
Raising mine up while cities are raised to the ground
And is it any wonder
Is it any wonder we fall and we tumble
And reach for each other?
What else is there for us to do but make...

Grey, grey love
Grey, grey love
Grey, grey love
Grey...

Hope springs somewhere
Ooh, oh, baby, there
I pray for better days
But I think they ain't coming
I think they ain't coming.

Ooh...

Grey, grey love
Grey, grey love




Grey, grey love
Grey, grey love

Overall Meaning

The theme of the song Grey Love by Nerina Pallot revolves around the idea of a love that is neither black nor white but grey. The lines that repeat throughout the song create a somber and melancholic atmosphere, depicting the pain and suffering of a relationship that is not easy but rather complex. The mentions of blood on the streets and cities being raised to the ground, in the second verse, suggest a world that is in chaos, or at least, that their world is in chaos.


The lines "Futile, this longing for something we own ourselves" indicate that their love is not dependent on outer factors, but it is a thing of its own. Their relationship is not in a good place, but they still depend on it, as the last line states: "hope springs somewhere, I pray for better days, but I think they ain't coming." The fast-paced strumming of the guitar mixed with the slow tempo of the song accentuates the message contained in the lyrics - the struggle to find a balance between loving someone and trying to protect oneself from painful experiences.


Line by Line Meaning

Grey, grey love
The love shared between these two people is dull and colorless.


Grey, grey love
Reiterating that the love experienced in this scenario is gloomy and bleak.


Blood on the streets
Violence is in the air, the color of the blood being compared to misery.


Crimson? the colour of misery
The color of the blood that is being discussed, which signifies distress and pain.


My hands onto
The blood may be on the hands of the person speaking.


How cruel your kindness can be
Sarcasm is being used to depict the person's kindness as meaningless or insincere.


A winter so long
The winter season is being described as prolonged, signifying that things have been difficult for a while.


A winter to last us the whole year through
The cold season is so intense that it is taking up the entire year and there seems to be no escape from it.


What else is there for us to do but make...
The situation in which the people find themselves leaves them with just one option, and that is to make grey love.


Futile, this longing for something we own ourselves
The person has a yearning for something, perhaps greater control over their lives, but it seems impossible to achieve.


Raising mine up while cities are raised to the ground
Although their personal desires are not met, the person is still trying to maintain positivity even in the midst of great destruction.


And is it any wonder
The artist is questioning why anyone would be surprised given the tough conditions they are facing.


Is it any wonder we fall and we tumble
The people in this situation constantly feel like they are falling and cannot seem to get a footing.


And reach for each other?
They hold onto each other to maintain any bit of hope and positivity in their lives.


What else is there for us to do but make...
The only option for them is to make grey love in the face of all this adversity.


Hope springs somewhere
The artist is trying to maintain hope in their heart, even if it seems futile.


Ooh, oh, baby, there
The person is repeating affirmations to themselves to maintain hope and positivity.


I pray for better days
The person is praying that things will turn around for the better.


But I think they ain't coming
The person's hope is dwindling and they are beginning to lose faith that better days are around the corner.


Grey, grey love
Reiterating the fact that the love being experienced by the people in this situation is dull and colorless.


Grey, grey love
The final line of the song is the chorus, repeating that the love being experienced is devoid of any vibrancy.


Grey, grey love
Once again emphasizing the colorless nature of the love experienced by the people in the song.


Grey, grey love
Final repetition of the chorus, hammering home the lack of color in the love experienced by the people.




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