Byrd Joel - Red House Painters

My baby sleeps in blue

Warm and naked pale and pretty

I feel the seventh wave

Of the ocean in the motion

I feel a brand new sickness

Coming over me like a storm

Used to feel so good beside her

There next to her my arm around her

She fell like flowers

Petals where carried out on my old wind

Landed down in the centre of this

Lonely white grip of winter

She brought these gifts of love

I carried down in my pocket

I set then on my shelves

And on the night stand by my bed

She sleeps and won’t come back again

From pretty dreams that keep her

My baby won’t back again

I feel so lost without her

I hear your magic voice on the

Analogue of this machine

I hear the smoothest talk of the

Coolest transparent star field

Will there be any danger if

Our talk is under this roof?

And can you know a stranger

So quickly under this moon?

So go away come back again

I’ll shut you out I’ll pull you in

Don’t go away come back again

I feel so lost

She sleeps in royal blue

And the room down past the big dry desert

The sense of music there

And hope reaches you

And gets you past the motions of

Goodbyes … (???)

And pulls the deepest winter out of this

Lonely white crippled winter

She sleeps and won’t come back again

From pretty dreams that keep her

My baby won’t come back again

I am so lost without her

So go away come back again

I shut you out I pull you in

Don’t go away, come back again

I feel so lost