Red Songtext
von Rioghan

i like the scent of wood
cut, burning
the scent of
sinister autumn air
fog in the morning

all
all
all there is

though it often comes with
the taste of red
wine, blood
the weight on my heart

when all there is
this moment i am holding on to

when the streets are
empty when i know it′s too late
or too early
blurred vision
abusing my emotion


all
all there is

though it often comes with
the taste of red
wine, blood
the weight on my heart
though it often comes with
the taste of red
wine, blood
the weight on my heart

all
all
all there is

all
all
all there is


when all there is
this moment I am holding on to
all there is
when all there is
this moment I am holding on to
all there is
when all there is
this moment I am holding on to
all there is
when all there is
this moment I am holding on