![Cover art for Red lyrics by [cell 7]](https://songmeanings.com/images/art-default.webp)
Mine shapens red into my eyes and twisted inside
My god and drink in their ideals
They always confide
You know the way to let me out of your hand
and all the matches dash against my eyes red
Your days of menthols, they drained my eyes red
As I walk my felt tipped branch against my eyes red, against my eyes red
Felt an eyelash and that, never will erase, too late
and I scrape my eyes from her back, I'm back to the core
For flesh to cradle, I want health, yet so impure, I'm so impure
You know the way to let me out of your hand
and all the matches dash against eyes red
Your days of menthols they drained my eyes red
as I walk my felt tipped branch against my eyes red, against my eyes red
My god and drink in their ideals
They always confide
and all the matches dash against my eyes red
Your days of menthols, they drained my eyes red
As I walk my felt tipped branch against my eyes red, against my eyes red
For flesh to cradle, I want health, yet so impure, I'm so impure
and all the matches dash against eyes red
Your days of menthols they drained my eyes red
as I walk my felt tipped branch against my eyes red, against my eyes red
Add your song meanings, interpretations, facts, memories & more to the community.