Red Silk 5 - Sam Phillips

Stolen ring and old hat, a boot and a shoe,

A satin dress at your feet,

Everyday trace, code name, bullets,

Red silk five.

Disconnection and heat, the lines are down,

Pulled into a corner with you,

Lips and fingers — slow, secret weapons,

Red silk five.

I’m bleeding, didn’t notice, heart doesn’t mind,

I took your book, I have no words for you,

You wanted me excited, without contact, broken frame,

Red silk five.

Everything I wanted, nothing I needed,

Red silk five.