Lyrics

There's a red sunrise
A storm's gonna come
That's what they said when I was young
Oh I've never seen one like that before
In a magazine on page 24 in a dream
Press my hands on the wall
Woodstove's burning down the hall
It's a cold, cold night
Television fright
Find the world's not right
If only could hear our cries
Call home with a bottle in my hand
I can barely stand in my room
Tell me when is this gonna end
Too much in my head I hope it's soon
Cause doc's medicine won't keep me down
While tryin' to turn this whole big world around
Stand at the mirror by candlelight
All I crave is the sailor's delight
But the morning says otherwise
And the world never lies
If only could hear our cries
Call home with a bottle in my hand
I can barely stand in my room
Tell me when is this gonna end
Too much in my head I hope it's soon
Cause doc's medicine won't keep me down
While tryin' to turn this whole big world around
Written by: Paige Lucile Anderson
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