These days are bleeding
Into pools on the floor
I'm chasing my palms in the puddles
Back to the door
And while you were sleeping, darling
I painted a map on the wall
Map of the world we once knew
All the cities of old
Candlelight flickers in the shadow
It tangoes on the wall
Is it mine, or is it yours, or another's?
It doesn't matter at all
I was lurking on the arctic
When I felt a chill
I turn and I saw nothing
Just the open door
So I started on the ceiling believe me
The blood was running thin
I tried my hand at the birth of Adam
At the birth of sin
Morning 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 x3
Into the Sea Of Red