
Date of issue: 14.09.2014
Song language: English
Red Ink |
And then she knew, it was graver than before |
And then she knew they would never find a cure |
In time she’d be sorry that she asked |
Because he coldly answered, «Darling… |
Let my sins be scarlet, if it means my words are read |
Let my songs be sung by those who don’t belong |
When I am dead" |
He turns a page. |
In the front she has inscribed: |
«My love, your words are a thousand dancing knives.» |
In time, he’d be sorry that he asked |
Because she coldly answered, «Darling… |
They say each sin will write itself upon a guilty face |
Until the world may read with ease your heavy |
Fall from grace." |
Red ink |
Dripping from your fingers |
Red ink |
Can never be erased |
Red Ink |
Red Ink |
If their fate was preordained, it was scribbled across the skies |
With a chewed up leaky biro drooling ink on howsa and whys |
Red ink |
Dripping from your fingers |
Red ink |
Can never be erased |
Red Ink |
Red Ink |
Red Ink |
It’s too late for us to turn the page |