Red

Explore # 150 - Nov. 26, 2007

 

I walk on stone, it leads me home

We don't have streets, just pure concrete

I'm not glad when I get home

I'm sad old red, I don't wanna be alone

 

I go whiter in the face, my feet begin to shake

I go upstairs to that heavenly place

I'm not glad when I get home

I'm sad old red, I don't wanna be alone

 

Sad old red, sat at home

Sad old red, living on his own

Sad old red, sat at home

Sad old red, let me take you home

 

It's a cubic room, two holes peep through

Shadows on the wall of trees so tall

I think of her again, the joy she used to bring

Lay there in bed, two words she said

She said "oh red"

 

Sad old red, that's what I am

All the time, every night

Sad old red

 

Sad Old Red - Simply Red

 

 

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- Sorry for not commenting on your great photos at this time, no time at all for now… lot`s of work and health (little) problems… I will try to comment on your work, very soon!

Again, sorry friends...

 

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