A frost covered the ground this way.
Bit the lilacs petals, turned them brown.
They are not in blue pitchers
on the kitchen table anymore.
‘Cause my mother is down in mexico somewhere
And i don't know if she's ever coming back.
And my father we talk on the telephone sometimes
But the wires, they're not long enough to fill this
And my brother it's nice to hear his voice
and reminisce about how we all used to live there
Under the red red red red tin roof.
Now all separate we walked away
But i need a grasp to take the cold from my hands
A place to lean on so i can feel those strong breaths
To feel the shape without the light
Or to sit in the gleam of the living room again
But my mother is down in mexico somewhere
And i don't know if she's ever coming back
And my father we talk on the telephone sometimes.
But the wire they're not long enough to fill this hole.
And my brother it's nice to hear his voice
to reminisce about how we used to live there.
Under the red red red red tin roof.
Will someone please, please help me.
Unlock this skeleton from this flesh rest
I think it wants to walk away to some place that no.
Longer exists.
Why can't we back track
So we can all sit up on that hill
and watch the trees along the fence grow.
All over again
Why can't we back, track so we can all sit up on that
And watch the trees along the fence grow.
All over again.
‘Cause my mother is down in mexico somewhere, and i don't know if she's ever coming back
And my father we talk on the telephone sometimes,
but the wires they're not long enough to fill this whole
And my brother it's nice to hear his voice
to reminisce about how we all used to live there.
Under the red red red red tin roof.
But never again will I hear the rain fall
so good.
Never again will i hear the rain fall
so good.
Like it did on the red, the red tin roof.

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