My head's like a race track Pages never turn back Into the bed I want the amethyst to turn black
I wanna fall through the floor Watch the walls all get colored It all goes back to where it starts Let me buy your bag of troubles
I like the red tide The red eye Back from where the car died I like the red tide The red eye Back from where thе car died
I wanna fall through the floor Watch the walls all gеt colored It all goes back to where it starts Let me buy your bag of troubles
When the moths are all around you You look like a moth And there are those who choose what stones gather moss Then tell me why my telephone keeps dropping your calls Stealing all my lines from the bathroom stalls Give me some novelty Or some translucent bullshit ideology And I'm fucking happy that you had to leave Cause now this piece of paper tastes like god to me It's red in the rear view and it's red where I am And someone's gonna come and suck the blood from your hands The air around the railroad sure looks red to me Be careful not to choke on your sincerity
Oh I wanna go Where the sky has control
We're walking talking circles going round and round (Oh I) Your life is like a circus goin' town to town (Wanna go) It's red in the rear view and it's red where I am (Where the sky) And someone's gonna come and suck the blood from your hands (Has control)
Good Luck Spaceman - Autobiography of Red My head's like a race track Pages never turn back Into the bed I want the amethyst to turn black I wanna fall through the floor Watch the walls all get colored