The red wine on my all-white outfit
Praise the Lord and his holy water
If he could even turn it to wine
As if I could turn black, still
Water runs deep, still
What stays unclear
If I fell in it or it spilled on me
I'm red and easily read
Stained,
I'm red and easily read
Stained,
Lips red so easily read
Stained,
I'm red and easily read
Stained,
Lips red so easily read
You could tell me I'm an angel
Say that I shine so bright
Say I could go so high if I tried
Say that I sing so nice
Even if tonight I'm drowning
In bottle of red wine
Everything's just fine
At the very least I'm trying, but still
Water runs deep, still
What stays unclear
If I fell in or it spilled on me
It makes no difference now, I'm stained
Lips red, so easily read
Cracking colours showing
I'm red and easily read
Wine to water on me
