A Red So Deep Lyrics - Cursive

The furnace burns, the baby turns 

She cries when she's hungry 

The morning paper will knock the door 

To interrupt their slumbers 

Are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader's wife? 

Does he neglect you? 

Crawling bar stools and touching the girls 

As you wash their smell from his clothes 

They shoot the horses when they're too old to race 

And so, my dear, is there room in bed for me? 

The setting Sun has eteched lines upon this face 

Shades of red of a furious defeat 

Are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader's wife? 

As he thinks to you: 

"I don't know you anymore, 

And I can't breathe in this apartment"