Red Light Heaven

Bess Atwell

Compositor: Bess Atwell

You believe in nothing and I'm the same
But, unlike me, yes I know you like it that way
I heard something about a saving grace
In my self-help phase
But I missed that page

I can’t stop looking for that red light
Heaven is below my feet
And I could beat around the fucking bush all week
And I won't be funny or fast
I won't make you dance
I won’t help you forget
You need a bit of that

And I know, I know, I know
We were once together but now we are alone
Turning the music up in the kitchen when I'm cooking solo, solo
So long I can't look back without thinking it's all wrong, wrong

If you want to start again one day
Was I hеre before, could I spеll my name
When you arrive at the baggage claim
Would you pick me up if I lose my way?

I can't stop looking for that red light
Heaven is below my feet
You said talk was cheap, but I'll send you letters in my sleep
You know I won't be
Funny or fast
I won't make you dance
I won’t help you forget
You need a bit of that

And I know, I know, I know
We were once together but now we are alone
Turning the music up in the kitchen when I'm cooking solo, solo
So long I can't look back without thinking it’s all wrong, wrong
Wrong, wrong
Wrong (I know, I know, I know)
(I know, I know, I know)
Wrong (I know, I know, I know)