Blood Red Letters

In times of fading light A story we both read I got two copies on the third board Blood red letters Texture on the headline and I wonder Will they be drawn away in a year or two Mistakes are there to be made Is it a feature of fighting That you can't remember the start Is it a principle of breaking up That I'm afraid to stop Will you call me in the morning When I got fucked up in the night Will you save my heart from falling Will you tell me it's alright In times of falling leaves It's easy to hide back In the darkness of the shelter And to wait for the winter You've been the first on the dancefloor And the last one to leave Every blossom needs to fade like memories Is it a feature or fighting That you can't remember the start Is it a principle of breaking up That I'm afraid to stop Will you call me in the morning When I got fucked up in the night Will you save my heart from falling Will you tell me it's alright I got stories that I want to tell you There are pictures that we need to paint Tell my sister I am gone Tell my brother to drum on Tell the world that I've been afraid But I'm not the only one Will you call me in the morning I got fucked up in the night Will you save my heart from falling Will you tell me it's alright I got stories that I want to tell you There are pictures that we need to paint And it's never been better