Red - Okkervil River

Red is my favorite color

Red like your mother’s eyes after a while

Of crying about how you don’t love her

She says, «I know I don’t deserve supervised sight of her

But each day becomes a blur without my daughter.»

Fall is my favorite season like falling to reasoning why

You crashed from on high

She says, «Why is my life so uneven?

And what have I done right but given you your life

If after I led you on into that bar room

Into that bar room»

Yes is my favorite answer

I took a dancer home, she felt so alone

We stayed up all night in the kitchen doing my dishes

On and on till the dawn

She said, «I know it’s easy to have me

But I have seen some things that I cannot even tell to my family pictures

And I’m full of fictions and fucking addictions and I miss my mother.»

She’ll never know I could never forget her

If I could write her a letter I’d try with every line

To say she still remembers your touch

And I know that it’s not much

I know that it’s not much

I know that it’s not much, but you still haven’t lost her

You still haven’t lost her

You still haven’t lost her

You still haven’t lost her

Not yet