Red Ink - Black Moth

And then she knew, it was graver than before

And then she knew they would never find a cure

In time she’d be sorry that she asked

Because he coldly answered, «Darling…

Let my sins be scarlet, if it means my words are read

Let my songs be sung by those who don’t belong

When I am dead"

He turns a page.

In the front she has inscribed:

«My love, your words are a thousand dancing knives.»

In time, he’d be sorry that he asked

Because she coldly answered, «Darling…

They say each sin will write itself upon a guilty face

Until the world may read with ease your heavy

Fall from grace."

Red ink

Dripping from your fingers

Red ink

Can never be erased

Red Ink

Red Ink

If their fate was preordained, it was scribbled across the skies

With a chewed up leaky biro drooling ink on howsa and whys

Red ink

Dripping from your fingers

Red ink

Can never be erased

Red Ink

Red Ink

Red Ink

It’s too late for us to turn the page