To tell a red tale
Here my old ass will roll around
I see my reflection in its surface
We must be forced to love
Here my old ass will roll around
Streetlight pearls strung on cities
We must be forced to love
This tiny, idyllic human
Streetlight pearls strung on cities
No one can stop me from lying
This tiny, idyllic human
Newer and newer.
No one can stop me from lying
I see my reflection in its surface
Newer and newer.
To tell a red tale