Okkervil River - Red | Текст песни

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• Okkervil River
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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 her.”