me And I was resting soft In the arms of my war And I'm pulling on the red chord That pulls you back to me Lord And I'm pulling on the red chord So
me And I was resting soft In the arms of my war And I'm pulling on the red chord That pulls you back to me Lord And I'm pulling on the red chord So you
I wonder what we'll play for you tonight. Something heavy or something light. Something to set your soul alight. I wonder how we'll answer when you say
save me And I was resting soft In the arms of my war And I'm pulling on the red chord That pulls you back to me Lord And I'm pulling on the red chord
fits my mood I watch the record spin around Into a wall of sound Bright red chords on jet black vinyl Dancing to the beat, the music is primal Bright red chords
sing together harmonies all night long she don't need flash or fancy she loves the one chord song one chord song all night long it never does me wrong one chord
Too addicted to breathe without it Too embarrassed to talk about it I'll kiss you off and try to leave without you following me This punctured pallet pains me red
to breathe without it, Too embarrassed to talk about it, I'll kiss you off and try to leave without you following me. This punctured pallet paints me red
The stone, disturbs the gentel waters The ripples increase infinately Lonely willow, placid tree It weeps in sadness, mournfully The blood it drips,
Alright! When you're broken from the breakup, and those cold tears smear your makeup and you're wishing he made sure you were dead when he left sixteen
I got a feeling which I never had before Trouble and sorrow keep knocking at my door But I have all to gain and nothing to lose I must have got me passion
No matter what you say, baby No matter what you do The way you treat me baby Is coming back home to you And crying won't help you Crying won't help you
a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities There's no land but the land Looked at my hands, and there's a red stream That went
Aiyyo, dot dot dot who is it the prime wizard Erykah Badu-izm smoker, vocal chord woof choker Now who block is this? (Yo yo yo, no no, chill chill, nah
them lames know you ain't playin' with 'em No matter what they spit us, I still ain't convinced Not at all, your brains over the window, make it look like you got red