(c) Jannike Kayser      









Light Is Red

Crazy play feels good and right
Loving battle, bites at night
He held her tight in silent glow
Afraid to lose a racing flow
In a Mercedes, exciting fun
Russian roulette without a gun
The crazy driver turned up the gas
He drove too fast; he was an ass
Spinning wheel and burning steel
Something missing, could not feel
By the grave a blackbird singing
He is dead and she is living
In a wheelchair life goes on
Waiting for the sun to come
Life is strange, she never knew
Light is red without him too

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