Katy Song - Red House Painters

Written by：Mark Kozelek

Some escape some door to open

This path seems the blackest but I

Guess it's the soonest

But there in the clearing I

Know you'll be wearing

Your young aching smile and

Waving your hand

Can't go with my heart when I

Can't feel what's in it I

Thought you'd come over

But for some reason you didn't

Glass on the pavement under my shoe

Without you is all my life amounts to

A final sleep no

Words from my cutting

Mouth to your ear or

Taut wicked pinches

From my fingers to your bitter face

That I can't heal

I know tomorrow

You will be

Somewhere in London

Living with someone

You've got some kind of family

There to turn to

And that's more than I could ever give you

A chance for calm

A hope for freedom

Outlet from my cold solitary kingdom

By the forest of our spring stay

Where you walked away

And left a bleeding part of me

Empty and bothered

Watching the water

Quiet in the corner

Numb and falling through

Without you what does my life amount to