Cursive - A Red So Deep Lyrics
the furnace burns, the baby turnsshe cries when she's hungrythe morning paper will knock the doorto interrupt their slumbersare you satisfied tonight, oh, trader's wifedoes he neglect you?crawling bar stools and touching the girlsas you wash their smell from his clothesthey shoot the horseswhen they're too old to raceand so, my dear, is there room in bed for me?the setting sun has etchedlines upon this faceshades of red of a furious defeat(the bear, the bull)are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader's wifeas he thinks to you:"i don't know you anymore,and i can't breath in this apartment."sleep,my sweetie, let the days expirethey've outnumbered youhold me sweetly, like the days we bled with lovea red so deep we sunkwe sunk