From the recording The Bunker Sessions Vol. 1
Written by T. Moberly, P. Pecoraro
Tim Moberly: guitar, vocals
Recorded live at The Bunker, April 19, 2022
Lyrics
On a rainy night, in a midwest town
They came for his wife, there was not a sound
As the night crept on, the procedure began
Her paranoia grew, while they held her hand
They came from far away, my friend
In the end there was nothing left
But an empty memory of the greys...yeah the greys
They'll come back again, staying out of sight
I don't know where or when, but they're bound to strike
And the government won't recognize
The evidence before their eyes
Denying all they know of the greys...yeah the greys
They returned her back, to a familiar place
A victim unaware, her mind erased
Sensed she'd been to the other side
As if she'd been hypnotized
No memory left of the greys...yeah the greys