| Red |
| I saw you looking for a light, Face painted cigarette white. You asked the cleanest boy you found; You couldn't see me turned around. His fingers stretched across your empty gaze, But I just can't escape. Chorus: As the red fades from your wrinkled dress, A picture of the people you've impressed, Hangs on a wall around here; Vision starts to crawl when I'm near. And the evening waits, While you get caught up to your own mistakes, Made up of different lines, I wouldn't want to keep in my mind. I wondered why you'd come around, Remembering your little girl frown. Your answers kept the crowd at bay, With compliments unwilling to pay. I have some things I'd like to say to you, But they just can't be true. Chorus solo Chorus |