Текст Michael Malarkey – Sea Of Red

These days are bleedin’
Into pools on the floor
I’m tracing my palms in the puddles
My back to the door

The candlelight flickers a shadow
It tangoes on the wall
Is it mine, or is it yours, or another’s?
It doesn’t matter at all

I was workin’ on the Arctic
When I felt a chill
I turned and I saw nothin’
Just the open door
So I started on the ceilin’, believe me
The blood was runnin’ thin
I tried my hand at the Birth of Adam
At the birth of sin

The mornin’ came like a harlot
Who’d seen a thousand beds
Like a wilted sigh through the skylight
Into the sea of red
The sea of red
The sea of red
The sea of red
Into the sea of red