| Old Red eyes is back. Red from the night before the night before. Walked into the wrong bar walked into a door. Old Red's in town. And sitting late at night she doesn't make a sound. Just adding to the wrinkles on his deathly frown. They're only red from all the tears that I should've shed. They're only red from all the woman that I could've wed. So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise. They could never be blue. They could never be blue. They could never be blue. They could never be blue. Listen up Old Red. You never listened to a word the doctor said. He told you if you drank another you'd be dead. Old Red Eyes is back. His shoulders ache all over and his brain is sore. He pours a drink and listens to his body thaw. They're only red from all the thoughts unused inside my head. They're only red from all the things I could have done instead. So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise. They could never be blue. They could never be blue. They could never be blue. They could never be blue. Blue is a street without an end. Red is the colour of my hell. Blue is the greeting from a friend. Red is the colour of farewell. Old Red he died. And every single landlord in the district cried. An empty bottle of whisky laying by his side. A lazy little tear running from each eye. They could never be blue. They could never be blue. They could never be blue. They could never be blue. |
