Bloodshot کے بول

She walks to the mailbox each morning at nine Every day she begins she's always one day behind At least when it comes to the mail She sits on the balcony paying the bills Her letters just hashing her cigarettes onto the sill Every breath a little more pale And the hill's still left to climb It's just so (Chorus) High And I'm so tired Come on look me in my bloodshot eyes The clouds are all on fire It's just so high And I'm so tired Come on look me in my bloodshot eyes The clouds are all on Sits in his basement from midnight 'til four Painting pictures that nobody sees from his days in the war The canvas is painted bright red, red He heats up the shower, he paces the hall He'll scrub for an hour or more but he won't get it all The paint in his fingernail beds The hill's still left to climb It's just so (Chorus) High And I'm so tired Come on look me in my bloodshot eyes The clouds are all on fire It's just so high And I'm so tired Come on look up at the bloodshot sky The clouds are all on Fire The clouds are all on Fire The clouds are all on We wait in valleys whiles the clouds come in We see no shadows, 'cause the shadow's all there is And we climb, And we climb But it's just so high And I'm so tired Come on look me in my bloodshot eyes The clouds are all on fire It's just so high And I'm so tired Come on look up at the bloodshot sky The clouds are all on fire The clouds are all on fire The clouds are all on The clouds are all on Fire The clouds are all on Fire