Russian Red 1집 - I Love Your Glasses (2009) by Russian Red (보컬) on maniadb.com

Now tell me what it is, it isn't fair
Cause I'm wasting time, but it isn't my heart
It isn't my fault.
And every situation understands, well
The anecdote of chasing the location to your door,
Yeah yeah? da da?

Cause I'm wasting time, now I'm wasting money again
And all the cigarettes that I have never smoked.
And all the letters that I have never sent, da da?

And he was sitting by the swimming pool
But he was scared, cause it wasn't his time, it wasn't his chance.
Getting orders not been on my plans
But it's never late, it's never late enough for me to stay, da da?

Cause I'm wasting time, now I'm wasting money again
And all the cigarettes that I have never smoked.
And all the letters that I have never sent, da da?

> if my hands weren't there, like i saw in the stream
of the drawings been made on a full colour screen
if they weren't to be found, then what else could i be?
if your hands weren't there, like i saw in my dreams
and the poets we made, had all gone, disappeared,
the what else, then what else could i be?
if your hands & my hands strolled together around
if they were to make friends we'd be possibly up
to scape from this world, from this no past land.
if i looked in the windows while walking pass through
if i stared at the willows with my seven black truths
if my eyes were to see what belongs to your mind...
if you'd like, keep perceiving what lies on my back
and your eyes will shine through the glass of my wine
and the windows, the willows, the pillows, and your mouth.
if your hands & my hands strolled together around
if they were to make friends we'd be possibly up
to escape from this world, from this no past land..

> Walk by the mand who sings a song to the streetlights
and turns out everybody claps, they dont believe in cabs
they dont believe in cabs, they dont believe in cabs.

And they all go wild, but they walk instead
they all go wild, but they walk instead.

Now, talk to the man whos laying down by the door of a bank
and people dont rely on the traffic lights, they dont believe in lights
they dont believe in lights, they dont belive its? a confusing situation
they all get run over in petrol stations but they rock.

And there are faces on the six AM working crowds
who take the subway from their homes to their lonely nights.

> This never ending song is scratching, scratching my brain
like a vinyl in desire
this never ending thought is coming and is gone
its traveling on a plane on my way.

And in a highway too, as if I speak for you and I say
that you did those things I did in the past, its true in a truck I do
keep your stuff in my pocket,
just like I did with the days we flew.

This never ending song is coming and is gone
its traveling on a plane on my way.

Gone, play on?

> Im not taking, Im not, Im not fading
Im not falling, youre not, youre not falling
cause you just hold it inside, you hold it inside?

Im not feeling Im not, Im not a missed ring
Im just falling things that arent the hole thats been your life
the hole thats been their arm.

And all your voices and all, and all your choices
and all my mechanisms to forget, forget you?

All inside Im not, Im not finding lies against this
whole established order that I found
inside your little heart, where I dont fit
you dont fit, we both dont fit
nobody fits in there?

Im just fading away?
Hold it inside.

She said hey, wont you pick me up?
he said, well, what about at nine?
And she wakes up, its freezing cold outside
but hes not there, wherever he may fly?

Barely aware of her reality, she stands right by
the centre of the room.
Feathers, shes got nice thick feathers
shes put on, for she wanted to reach the violent kingdom.

Every time, she steps on what she calls
the misery land, for only bats and cops
forgets about his kisses and his voice.
He wore a suit with labels at the front.

Barely aware of her reality, she stands right by
the centre of the room.
Feathers, shes got nice thick feathers
shes put on, for she wanted to reach the violent kingdom.

Barely aware of ther reality, she stands right by
the centre of the room.

> And every five minutes I look at the door
and I see you naked.
And theres a question that comes up to my mind
I wonder whether you are blind.

But if I try to find, itd be the same old story
time after time.
Oh, oh, show me your eyes, please do
Oh baby, show me your eyes.

And every five minutes I look at the door,
and there you are with your clothes on, you changed this time
now you are kissing my elbow, is that how you say it?
I really have doubts and questions about.

But if I try to find, itd be the same old story, story, story?
Oh, oh, show me your eyes, please do
Oh baby, show me your eyes.

> Its your guitar that discovers you wilde
for all I can see is the dark of a sky
and the plumbs in a glass jar of wine.

Take me home, take me home, take me home, dont know
Take me home, take me home, take me home, dont know
how I got here, but now you?

Take me home, take me home, take me home, dont know
take me home, take me home, take me home, dont know
how I subsist with candled up nights and pure spirits I
dont know how you dragged me here.

And its my guitar that discovers me blind
for all I can see is the clarity side
and the bones someone spat
on the trash from the plumbs?

Take me home, take me home, take me home, dont know
Take me home, take me home, take me home, dont know
how I got here, but now you?

Take me home, take me home, take me home, dont know
how I subsist with candled up nights and pure spirits I
dont know how you dragged me here.

If you can call the name of our hope
that probably means Im not there.
Take me home, take me home, take me home, dont know
how?

> Walls are tired, of holding the same old ceilings
words have found their way to stay in
& they dont let out feelings

Its written badly but verses say shes mad & creepy
& the rest of things we kind of know.
They say therell never be a girl like her again
with her socks up to her knees & her obsession bout bees.

And with her eyes that she uses to touch
Everything, everything she looks at.

Cups are tired of being filled with the same coffee.
The floor cant stand that people stepping on wont even say sorry.
They say therell never be a girl like her again
with her socks up to her knees & her obsession bout bees.

And with her eyes that she uses to touch
everything, everything she looks at.

Dont stay longer staring at her eyes.

I'm falling, I'm falling on the bed
that I got ready in my head.
How many times been to places, and places came to me?
Now by the corner of my eye I'm checking the mirrors upside down
And I thought, that timing is crucial in the next step. Timing is crucial.

Don't believe the lies I said, I was just forcing myself
'cause timing was crucial in the next step, timing is crucial.

Now by the corner of my eye I'm checking the mirrors upside
but they don't seem to give reflections of what there is behind.
Timing is crucial.

Don't believe the lies I said, I was just forcing myself
'cause timing was crucial in the next step, timing is crucial.
Don't forget the lies I said, I was just trying to help ourselves
'cause timing had been crucial from the very first step.
Timing is crucial.

> On my way, way to the stars, I found?
You were there, laying down, next to a hole
Oh, hold me
You said, you had faith in God above
But it seemed that you didnt believe
In reality, in people on earth
In people to whom youve given birth

And I forgot to call you
This is just what I do
You stand there just like a wall that
I cant even try to talk to you.

I wrote down all of your thoughts,
Well, the ones you let me see
When youre not watching TV.
You said youd go for a walk
But that was three weeks ago and now
You spend your time counting the pages
Of a second hand bible pocket edition that you have.

And I forgot to call you
This is just what I do
You stand there just like a wall that
I cant even try to talk to you.

And I forgot to call
This is just how I work
I stand there still like a photo on your hands
That you cant try to explain yourself.