Red Symons

Dive into your parent's attic
And you, scrape latches on the wood
I see you hanging on the line

Your clothes are dripping
Your clothes are

Red is yelling up
I see him out of our window, and he says
I wanna tell the doctor what I can't tell you

I would've done anything you asked
I would've done anything at all

You were always so broad shouldered
Normal clothes did not fit you
Here, sew the cloth on the back of my j̶e̶a̶n̶s̶

Your clothes are dripping
Your clothes are

I see Red Symons on our street
Gliding up so effortlessly
Why do you always wear those white woollen gloves?

I would've done anything you asked
I would've done, Red, anything at all



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Writer(s): D'arcy Noonan
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