Текст: Mazzy Star. She Hangs Brightly. Taste Of Blood.

Red oh red,
The taste of blood
On lips of wine
Red so silent,
Wait a minute
Or just a little while
What are you looking for,
The taste of red,
The taste of fear
From your seemingly convincing smile
Red oh red,
The taste of blood
On lips of wine
The time is waiting maybe
Takes away from your demise
From your demise
Say you're slippin'
Maybe so
It's not easy
Now you know