Kristeen Young Red Lyrics

He was quarantine-tied to north side, black
I was sentenced, locked-down in south town, white
But, if you put our arms real close he'd be brown and I'd be yellow
We spent our days pushing the boundless grey

We heard it all
Archaic calls are still Instamatic-bright
When they broke the skin he and I were...
When we broke the skin he and I were red

Red

I'd steal and drive North-55 in blue night He'd find places to hide from violet faces
Same Mississippi for all was close, spiraling umber from Baden to Bottom Road

We were covered with passion-circles of purple
It's all the same
Though shades have changed, it's still a monochromatic fight

When we break the skin you and I...
But, when we break the skin you and I are red

Red