Crimson Ship Songtext
von Badfinger

My life was coloured painting pictures out of tune
You came from nowhere in a song
It might have been the way I laughed, you made the jokes
Could only show me what was wrong.

He took me flying on his crimson ship
He never left me his number
He took me flying on his crimson ship
Then he was gone and I wondered.


Who put the notes on all the crosses on the hill?
Why did the old man wash his hands?
Who grew the flower that was big enough to kill?
And build the trumpet in the band?

He took me flying on his crimson ship
He never left me his number
He took me flying on his crimson ship
Then he was gone and I wondered.

When they were busy throwing kisses at the moon
Her father lost his mother′s son
And though they knew the resurrection would be soon
The time was spent, they carried on.


He took me flying on his crimson ship
He never left me his number
He took me flying on his crimson ship
Then he was gone and I wondered.