Okkervil River 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
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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
Lyrics: Red, Okkervil River [end]