Okkervil River Red Lyrics

Red Lyrics

Red is my favorite color, red like your mother’s eyes after awhile of
crying about how you don’t love her. She says “I know I
don’t deserve supervised sight of her, but each day becomes a blur
without my daughter.� Fall is my favorite season, like falling to
reasoning why you crashed from on high. She says “Why is my life so
uneven, and what have I done right but given you your life if after I led you
on into that bar room?� “Yes� is my favorite answer. I took a
dancer home, she felt so alone. We stayed up all night in the kitchen doing my
dishes, on and on until the dawn. She said “I know it’s easy to
have me, but I have seen some things that I can’t even tell to my family
pictures,� and “I’m full of fictions and fucking
addictions� and “I miss my mother.� She’ll never know I
could never forget her. If I could write her a letter, I’d try with
every line to say “She still remembers your touch. And I know that
it’s not much, but you still haven’t lost