Barbara Nesbitt – Red

Letra “Barbara Nesbitt – Red” Official Lyrics

Take another pull
Of the whiskey of your whiskey
And pray it will erase
The last of your memory, the last of your memory

It was an empire, you had an empire
It fell to pieces at your hand
You twist her meaning, broken and leaning
The wine turned to brine in the wreckage of your head

But it wasn’t because of that dress
It was’t just because that red dress

Red as an apple in her lily white hand
Red as thе blood you shed on the land
Red in your drеams at night
Red until the day you’re dead

Up from the coast there comes a ghost
Who knows your name who knows your name
And she gives chase to every place
From Bristol to perditions flame

And there’s powder on your sleeve
And there’re voices in your ears
And a set of sins that could keep
The parish priest busy for a hundred years

But it wasn’t because of that dress
It was’t just because that red dress

Red as an apple in her lily white hand
Red as the blood you shed on the land
Red in your dreams at night
Red until the day you’re dead
Red as an apple in her lily white hand
Red as the blood you shed on the land
Red in your dreams at night
Red until the day you’re dead

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