Crimson

Are we safe at home tonight?
The sour moans
An eagle crying out but trying not to show he’s lost his pride
He looks for somewhere safe to die
And goes alone
His lover trying hard to push him into give it one more try
Is it okay?
That my instinct wants him to survive
All of the deer just stand and look uptight
Look at the light
That’s life or something
And I’m sorry I cut you with my knife
I’m hunting and I don’t know why
Eagle on my head tonight
He flies alone and leaves the aerie for a height that always seems a bit too
high
And just that day
I could crush you with my tires driving down from mountains I can’t climb
I’m just getting by eating or something
And I’m sorry I cut you with my knife
I’m hunting and I don’t know why
Put your pamphlet in the open
Put your pamphlet in the oh
Why was he down on a tennis court anyway?
Why was he down on a tennis court anyway?
Now my heart is taking over
Now my heart is taking over
When people start talking
It’s hard to know why
Are we speaking our minds
Or just passing the time?
It’s addictive like smoking
That clouds up the room
But I’d like to keep toking
And talking to you
Put your pamphlet in the open
Put your pamphlet in the open
Put your pamphlet in the open
Put your pamphlet in the
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