the lights lit, i see her door
the door is open but i need more
everywhere is papers with her face
truly your view-confused and dazed
you will sleep with me on this bed
i want it painted red
speak law, i can’t hear clear
no more past and no more fear
i can’t control myself when you feel blue
take off your black jeans as you usually do
go to sleep with me on her bed
i want it painted red
oncoming of gloomy loom
listen darling i’m probably true
all this little letters in my hands
with repeated warnings is from rats
we have to hide together in this bed
i want it painted red