Red moon is rising like a fire in me So many questions, she asks them all to me I have to answer most curiously Scarlet angel, I am too small to see Earner, shuffle round the big city Burning her rubber down, crossing the hot concrete I'm gonna leave town, there is someone to meet She turns her head around a full three-sixty
Red room, rising from an old growth tree They got the saw mill, cut her the twelve-inch beast Building up the pattern, the reservoir to fill your dreams Rings like Saturn telling their old story Windmills turn and turn eternally What do you yearn for? Where do you long to be? I've been here before, looking at the wild country Open the screen door, talking with Diane Lee That's my grandma!
Radio singing from the corner of the kitchen I got the oven on, I got the onions wishing They had made me cry, filling the sink with dishes Letting them air dry, waiting for the wind's permission Too many movies got me shivering and shy Turning the lights out, pissing in the owl's eye Shimmer like lightning under the violet sky Glimmer like diamonds watching the red moon riseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
