Ivan Nahem
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Red on Red 

Picture
To listen to the song, go here.
The first time I ever tried to put a mystery plot into song.



She'd gone into hiding
Still she exposed
All that a man ever wanted to know
But maybe she got restless
Like the wind gets restless
Like the wind feels wild
When it starts to blow

Kindling starts fire
Love does its mischief
Got a funny feeling deep down in his veins
She used to be loyal
No one could touch her
But he had a lot of both money and brains

Shiftin' around for over an hour
Got a real wicked feeling down in his guts
Beat-up clapboard, trickle from a drainpipe
A little girl lookin' at you like you're nuts

He knows that they're up there
Faces in the window
Curtains closin' there's nothing left to see
Lights up a cigarette, throws out the match,
Throws it away, one more piece of debris

Chorus:
So much at stake, one simple mistake,
The assumptions one makes that get blown away

The sun is still fallin'
The room's gone quiet, she fastens her bra
Fastens up her belt
Here in the sunlight she walks to the window
Stands in the shadows, silent and svelte
Drags on a cigarette like she drags out the minutes
Like she takes a man and drags out the suspense
She crosses the street, little redhead watchin'
A cat in the alley under a fence

Now from another direction, another redhead
Turnin' the knob, walkin' right in
This is the room where all the trust was shattered
This is the bed, some call it a sin
Fire is pretty she stands at the window
Watchin' the firemen, feeling them freeze
Comes in so quiet, she never hears him,
She never hears it when the trigger gets squeezed

Chorus.

She lies in a pool, thick, dark and red
Turnin' her over he suddenly gasps
"Oh my good Lord," he says to himself
She looks up to him close to breathing her last
Her eyes are frightened, he kneels down beside her,
Strokin' her hair and touchin' her face,
The fire's roarin', they'll find us together
Locked in our first and our final embrace!

So long, I'll see you up in the stars
On a ferris wheel in heaven
Or drivin' a magic car
Well they say that love is passion,
They say that passion is heat,
I always knew that I'd meet somebody
Make my life life complete!

Chorus.


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