Cursive A Red So Deep Lyrics

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...