Red House Painters - Mistress [Piano] текст песни

The light color in this room
The sunshine seeping in
Doesn't mix with the black of
Death's angel looming in

I want a piece of these
Brutal beatings and name callings
To lose me to this bed
Bruised internally, eternally

Your praise, little gifts
You spent your money
And stuffed me with
Didn't amount to anything

The attention I need
Is much more serious
A kind of weight you couldn't lift
Even if your cheap career
Depended on it

I need someone
Much more mysterious

To be my, to be my miss
To be my mistress
To be my, to be my miss
To be my mistress

To be my, to be my miss
To be my mistress
To be my, to be my miss
To be my mistress