"Intro: Girl Under The Grey Cloud." lyrics

Allow me to set the scene
Our story begins at 2:27 AM on a rainy night in Paris
Cue the thunder

Autumn leaves blanket the concrete, the sky is dark
A woman in her late twenties walks from a bar to her hotel
She has no umbrella, she is seven Negronis deep
And she nurses a hole she is desperately trying to fill

Her eyebrows were plucked, she wore fake eyelashes and a red dress
Yet no one at the bar would notice her efforts
Though disappointed, she is no stranger to rejection
She has weathered many storms
That she herself has become 'The Girl Under The Grey Cloud'

As she was walking alone in the rain
Chin to her chest
Arms wrapped around her waist
A perfect storm was brewing
This night in November would prove to be the catalyst, a culmination
The perfect recipe, for 'The Girl Under The Grey Cloud'
Must finally make way for the rain

Ingredients as follows:
Her loneliness
The vermouth
The scratching of the zip on the left hem of her dress
The echo of a belittling assessment she had received from a man earlier that day
And a voice note from her Grandma that would say
Call me please, we need to pray