the kills
search for cherry red
In every car that passes me on the street I search for the particular face The lipstick trembles under boomlights The lipstick my own brothers only trace Was the birthday birthday ashtray Carried all along this way now It was a gift from my little sister On the very same day they took her away And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now All your dreams are cherry red inside your head And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now All your dreams are cherry red inside In Hollywood I got the phone call That made my heart and my limosine stall Falling down in the hotel hall again Little drunk from the Warners' Christmas ball Cut by love and cut by switchblade He's been gone nearly half a decade Cut by love and cut by switchblade He's been gone nearly half a decade I still remember my brother I see his face on the billboards And the polaroids that stayed on my pillow 'til they faded And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now All your dreams are cherry red inside your head And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now All your dreams are cherry red inside And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now All your dreams are cherry red inside your head And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now All your dreams are cherry red inside