A Red So Deep

The furnace burns, the baby turns 
She cries when she's hungry 
The morning paper will knock the door 
To interrupt their slumbers 

Are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader's wife? 
Does he neglect you? 
Crawling bar stools and touching the girls 
As you wash their smell from his clothes 

They shoot the horses when they're too old to race 
And so, my dear, is there room in bed for me? 
The setting Sun has eteched lines upon this face 
Shades of red of a furious defeat 

Are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader's wife? 
As he thinks to you: 
"I don't know you anymore, 
And I can't breathe in this apartment" 

Sleep, my Sweetie, let the days expire 
They've outnumbered you 
Hold me sweetly, like the days we bled with love 
A red so deep we sunk 
We sunk...