Sea Of Red - Michael Malarkey

These days are bleedin'

Into pools on the floor

I’m tracing my palms in the puddles

My back to the door

And while you were sleepin', darlin'

I painted a map on the wall

A map of the world we once knew

All the cities of old

The candlelight flickers a shadow

It tangoes on the wall

Is it mine, or is it yours, or another’s?

It doesn’t matter at all

I was workin' on the Arctic

When I felt a chill

I turned and I saw nothin'

Just the open door

So I started on the ceilin', believe me

The blood was runnin' thin

I tried my hand at the Birth of Adam

At the birth of sin

The mornin' came like a harlot

Who’d seen a thousand beds

Like a wilted sigh through the skylight

Into the sea of red

The sea of red

The sea of red

The sea of red

Into the sea of red