Song Description

The singer is angry at his lover

Lyrics

Red Room

Those eyes are not the eyes of someone I could trust
Don?t expect a handshake, don?t expect a good night?s rest
I?m tossing and turning and my skin is burning
I wish my words weren?t somewhere stuck inside myself
So attack me, you and your little clique
When my sun won?t set and my clock won?t tick
Come at me with unfair words
Come at me with your stabby knives and your pointy sticks
Raindrops on the window pane
Drops of rain on the window
The walls are painted in limbo
The walls are painted, painted
Let?s give them a show
Something to talk about when they go
Back to their unfair words
Back to their stabby knives
Back to their pointy sticks
Back to back?s against the wall