Red Lights - Brian Fallon
Written by：Brian Fallon
In all good faith and sentiment
I can't believe somehow
That I haven't died of grief or something
Since you left this town
I'm all undecorated cigarettes
And standard white apartment walls
At 3 am and 4 am
It's impossible to sleep
I'd do anything to hold you
And feel you next to me
But I'm all sore eyes and beasts
At my back door pulling out their claws
So yes I will take those
Whatever else they give me
If it stops the nightmares
It probably won't kill me
And if I slow it down I'll end up on one of my accusers' knives
So I only stop to tell her that I love her at the red lights
At the red lights
And all in all I'm wrecked you see
From years of piping down
And piping up about the things
That never mattered anyhow
When you change too much you lose yourself
And sometimes you just can't get them back
And you might be an angel or devil I don't know
But if in fact you are now love
Well I've been there before
I've fallen on my face
And I've been burned so near to death
I probably won't live through it
Anyhow
So yes I will take those
Whatever else they give me
If it stops the nightmares
It probably won't kill me
And if I slow it down I'll end up on one of my accusers' knives
So I only stop to tell her that I love her at the red lights
At the red lights
So yes I will take those
Whatever else they give me
If it stops the nightmares
It probably won't kill me
And if I slow it down I'll end up on one of my accusers' knives
So I only stop to tell her that I love her at the red lights
At the red lights
At the red lights
At the red lights
At the red lights
