Reflections on a Grey Dawn

Opening doors, such a common theme
Someone can enter or leave the scene
In the gray light of the gloomiest June
I lie and watch myself leave the room
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la
I've never sung about rivers and leaves
Like opening doors, they've only been themes
That represent people and the lives they lead
Never sang about love, just the one thing I need
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la
Come to me, my dear
Let me hold your hand to soothe my fear
When you look at me now, do you see someone strange?
And what about you, will you ever change?
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la