Red and Blue Songtext
von Camille Schmidt

What′s weaker than violence
In the living room voice rising
I run outside
Buy myself roses
Feel a little red
Feel a little blue
Want no company except for you

Mom's gone quiet
She′s nail filing
Dad's paints are drying
On the sill
Feel a little red
Feel a little blue
I've learned to stick to myself like glue


In the car feeling nauseous
Sucking on thoughts of you like a lozenge
If you don′t call back that′s your prerogative
If you don't call back guess you′re getting on with it

All grown up and exhausted
Following pain like I'm getting off on it
All of these people I just find faults with them
I want you to change

And you don′t want to do it
And you don't want to do it
And you don′t want to do it
And you don't want to do it
And you don't want to do it
And you don′t want to do it
And you don′t want to do it
And you don't want to do it

In the car feeling nauseous
Sucking on thoughts of you like a lozenge
If you don′t call back that's your prerogative
If you don′t call back guess I'm getting on with it