old red eyes is back
beautiful south, the
red from the night before the night before
walked into the wrong bar walked into a door
and sitting late at night he doesn't make a sound
just adding to the wrinkles on his deathly frown
they're only red from all the tears that i should've shed
they're only red from all the women that i could've wed
so when you look into these eyes i hope you realise
you never listened to a word the doctor said
he told you if you drank another you'd be dead
his shoulders ache all over and his brain is sore
he pours a drink and listens to his body thaw
they're only red from all the thoughts unused inside my head
they're only red from all the things i could have done instead
so when you look into these eyes i hope you realise
blue is a street without an end
red is the colour of my hell
blue is a greeting from a friend
red is the colour of farewell
and every single landlord in the district cried
an empty bottle of whisky laying by his side
a lazy little tear running from each eye