Crimson Moon

Crimson blooms, come too soon;
Every thirty days, without delay.
More reliable than you'd ever been,
Taught me more emotionally,
All you taught me was that I was too blame; it's a shame.

The daddy's girl, with golden curls,
Soon fades away, to mousy grey.
You said have more respect for yourself,
You said you should give more for your health;
All he cares about is beauty and wealth, and that's not my way;

But you, you, you,
You can't always have been like this.
But to humanise you;
That would leave me powerless.
If you come back, I won't say,
I'll forgive you; not today.
Not Monday, Tuesday,
Whenever you choose.
Because it's not up to you.
No, it's not up to you.

The rolling pain comes around again;
Maybe someday
I'll do the same.



Credits
Writer(s): Dave Matthews, James Mason, Elizabeth Shadbolt, Cutty Marchan
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