I shall stay the red, red rose,
I shall pull the curtain closed,
There's a satin comforter, strange flowers,
Strangers have made love there,
The light over the mirror, the crease of folded paper,
I shall lay down upon these sheets and not think, and not think, and not think,
Just sleep, just sleep,
This is no holocaust; you sow what you reap,
Just sleep, just sleep,
This is no holocaust; you sow what you reap.
I shall wake at the light of day, (may the earth open where I lay)
Convince myself that this is no mistake, (a trial by fire's a better way)
Must be there by nine, (will he forgive a suicide?)
The buyer's needs, manager's greed, (I never wait in line, I never wait in line)
Draw your number and wait in line, (I never wait in line, I never wait in line)
I shall unfold the clothes, (the lion tears the lamb to shreds because he can, he knows)
I shall keep the curtains closed, (and when the curtain falls, our bleeding hearts will finally show)
Then I shall try for a better smile,
Remember, one hand shakes while the other feels for life, for life,
Feeling of something inside, hidden and disguised for life, for life,
Something behind suit and tie, hidden, disguised.
