A Red So Deep lyrics
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"
Sleep, my Sweetie,
let the days expire They've outnumbered you Hold me sweetly, like the
days we bled with love A red so deep we sunk We sunk...
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