In Red
I wreck your bed
The colour is honey
Your finger prints marking my wall
In red. It's red.
I take a light plex
Put it around your neck
I turn it on a choking blue
Fire in your eyes
In red. It's red.
Make me confess
Shut your mouth
Rip my dress
Don't ever protest that you don't
Want this mess
Don't even pretend that I
Could be your friend
You turn the key
You left something in me
Repeat the question
Your finger print marking my wall
In red. It's red.
I turn the screw
I've got something on you
Repeat the question
Your finger print marking my wall
In red. It's red.
Make me confess
Shut your mouth
Rip my dress
Don't ever protest that you don't
Want this mess
Don't even pretend that I
Could be your...
I climb the walls
Knuckles are bleeding
Throw me down
Push my face into the fire
You liar
Your crossed the line
You're tripping on guilty
I undermine
Your girlfriend and you in the pyre
You liar
Make me confess
Shut your mouth
Rip my dress
Don't ever protest that you don't
Want this mess
Don't even pretend that I
Could be your friend
Go to hell
you liar
you liar
you liar
The colour is honey
Your finger prints marking my wall
In red. It's red.
I take a light plex
Put it around your neck
I turn it on a choking blue
Fire in your eyes
In red. It's red.
Make me confess
Shut your mouth
Rip my dress
Don't ever protest that you don't
Want this mess
Don't even pretend that I
Could be your friend
You turn the key
You left something in me
Repeat the question
Your finger print marking my wall
In red. It's red.
I turn the screw
I've got something on you
Repeat the question
Your finger print marking my wall
In red. It's red.
Make me confess
Shut your mouth
Rip my dress
Don't ever protest that you don't
Want this mess
Don't even pretend that I
Could be your...
I climb the walls
Knuckles are bleeding
Throw me down
Push my face into the fire
You liar
Your crossed the line
You're tripping on guilty
I undermine
Your girlfriend and you in the pyre
You liar
Make me confess
Shut your mouth
Rip my dress
Don't ever protest that you don't
Want this mess
Don't even pretend that I
Could be your friend
Go to hell
you liar
you liar
you liar
Credits
Writer(s): Catherine Jane Garside, Crispin Gray, Peter Howard
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