Songtext Red Okkervil River

Red

Red is my favorite color
Red like your mother's eyes after a while
Of crying about how you don't love her
She says, "I know I don't deserve
Supervised sight of her
But each day becomes a blur without my daughter"

Fall is my favorite season
Like falling to reasoning why you crashed from on high
She says, "Why is my life so uneven
And what have I done right
But given you your life
If after I led you on into that bar room?"

"Yes" is my favorite answer
I took a dancer home, she felt so alone
We stayed up all night in the kitchen
Doing my dishes, on and on until the dawn
She said, "I know that it's easy to have me
But I have seen some things
That I cannot even tell to my family pictures
And I'm full of fictions and fucking addictions
And I miss my mother"

She'll never know I could never forget her
If I could write her a letter, I'd try with every line
To say, "She still remembers your touch
And I know that it's not much
But you still haven't lost her"