Crimson

Are we safe at home tonight?
The sound of moans—an eagle crying out
But trying not to show he's lost his pride
Looks for somewhere safe to die
And goes alone—his lover trying hard
To push him into giving one more try
Is it okay?
That my instinct wants him to survive
All of the deer just stand and look uptight
Look at the light
That's life or something

Well I'm sorry I cut you with my knife
I'm hunting and I don't know why

Eagle on my head tonight
Who flies alone
And leaves her aerie for a height
That always seems a bit too high
And just that day
Well I could crush you with my tires
Driving down from mountains I can't climb
I'm just getting by
Eating or something

Well I'm sorry I cut you with my knife
I'm hunting and I don't know why

Put your pamphlet in the open
Put your pamphlet in the, open

Why was he down on our tennis court anyway?
Why was he down on our tennis court anyway?

Now my heart is taking over
Now my heart is taking over

Woo!

When people start talking
It's hard to know why
Are we speaking our minds
Or just passing the time?
It's addictive like smoking
That clouds up a room
But I'd like to keep toking
And talking to you

Put your pamphlet in the open
Put your pamphlet in the open
Put your pamphlet in the open
Put your pamphlet in the