Ooh, ooh. . Will I be the stranger. In your movie?. Is there a place for me in the patterns. That glow on your skin and your clothes?. . Hold him. Hold his thin frame in your arms.
Red, you look tired. You look older than your mother. Where should I not touch?. What should I not kiss?. Where does it hurt?. . Red, in you slumber. You look younger, so much stronger.
Now I've lost the plot. I'm not the hero I could be but not the dog I was. Kind of common cry. Kind of common living lie. . Color my fast fading heart.
where i live. there's a blanket of gauze and it covers the scars. of the drunks who are hungry as ever. where i live. there's a blanket of sighs and it covers the stars.