Red

(album: King - 1995)

Red, you look tired
You look older than your mother
Where should I not touch?
What should I not kiss?
Where does it hurt?

Red, in you slumber
You look younger, so much stronger
Honey on your breath
Heaven in your head
Where does it hurt?

Red Red Red, oh

So long in this house
It's a big one, full of scarecrows, even now
So now you look ahead to the edge
Of a big metal sun over sunset, overheated (over)
Welcome home, our only son

Red Red Red, oh

Mm mm come open mouth like Venus
Mm mm come over a mountain like Vesuvius
Send a rocket for Red, and he goes coo-coo
Mm mm come open mouth like Venus
Mm mm come over a mountain like Vesuvius
Send a rocket for Red, and he goes coo-coo
Send a rocket for Red, and he goes coo-coo
Red Red Red, oh