Red Light Heaven (Bess Atwell Re-Edit)

You believe in nothing and I’m the same

But, unlike me, yes I know you like it that way

I heard something about a saving grace

In my self-help phase

But I missed that page

I can’t stop looking for that red light

Heaven is below my feet

And I could beat around the fucking bush all week

But I won’t be funny or fast

I won’t make you dance

I won’t help you forget

You need a bit of that

and I know, I know, I know

We were once together but now we are alone

Turning the music up in the kitchen when I’m

cooking solo, solo

So long I can’t look back without thinking it’s all

wrong

If you want to start again one day

Was I here before could I spell my name

When you arrive at the baggage claim

would you pick me up if I lose my way

I can’t stop looking for that red light

Heaven is below my feet

You said talk is cheap, but I’ll send you letters in

my sleep

You know I won’t be

funny or fast

I won’t make you dance

I won’t help you forget

You need a bit of that