Red House Row
Lyrics
When I was a little girl painted and hungry
Wearing my mother's pearls but they didn't want me
I beckon the water to quicken the slaughter
But it couldn't hear me
Nobody to admire no one to hold me
Burning the barrel fire to heat up the alley
I beckon the water to quicken the slaughter
But it couldn't hear me
Oh the waves weren't listening
Oh the waves weren't listening
I should of known they'd be bringing me home
Maybe I thought it a compromise, but I don't know
Coming around in the morning sun on Red House Row
I woke by the one I'd forgotten
An open door
I found her sleeping in the closet alone
A band of crimson where her necklace would go
I thought it strange she didn't even say hello
I took her down and dressed her up
Like a doll
Maybe I though it a compromise, what did I know?
Laying her down in the morning sun on Red House Row
I spoke with the one I'd forgotten
I cradled her head and so gently I kissed her
Put her to bed and then told her I missed her
I fell on my knees when I got to the water
Bury the mother and bury the daughter
Now the waves are listening
Now the waves are listening
I always knew they'd be bringing us home
Writer(s): Matthew Peters, Nathan Blanchard
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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