The Red Lights

Home late on a Saturday

only light left on for me

is the cold light of TV - and it’s empty waves

 

What are we here for anyway?

are we just sitting still out of fear

are the devils in our ears - saying all is well

All I know is I keep coming home

and calling the red lights to you

I keep calling the red lights to you...

Pumping you out on a Sunday morning

All the neighbors seem

To turn this into TV - and it’s empty waves

 

“How many times has this happened this year?”

They try to ask me once more

I’m kicking the bottle across the floor - and I wait for the words

All I know is I keep coming home

and calling the red lights to you

I keep calling the red lights to you...