Lyric A Red So Deep - Cursive

Lyric Song A Red So Deep: The furnace burnsthe baby turnsShe cries when she s hungryThe morning paper will knock the doorTo interrupt their slumbersAre you satisfied tonightohtrader s wifeDoes he neglect youCrawling bar stools and touching the girlsAs you wash their smell from his clothesThey shoot the horses when they re too old to raceAnd somy dearis there room in bed for meThe setting Sun has eteched lines upon this faceShades of red of a furious defeatAre you satisfied tonightohtrader s wifeAs he thinks to you "I don t know you anymoreAnd I can t breathe in this apartment"Sleepmy Sweetielet the days expireThey ve outnumbered youHold me sweetlylike the days we bled with loveA red so deep we sunkWe sunk