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Red Room Video (MV)




Performed By: John Tabacco
Language: English
Length: 6:13
Written by: John Tabacco, Marci Geller




John Tabacco - Red Room Lyrics




RED ROOM

Quiet storms are outside
Rolling raven sings
Pressure on your head burst like a flower
Anger's waiting in the wings
Danger on your finger tips feels like suicide
But there's a place where you can hide

You crawl to the red room
(light the sacred song)
Crawl to the red room
(systems are patrolled)
Crawl to the red room
(childhood is framed)
No bad surprises to unfold

Aliens told me...

The neighbor satellites
They challenge you to fight
They must feed their lies
But when the bottom drops out
You won't be cryin' for the way things used to be

You crawl to the red room
(where promises are made)
Crawl to the red room
(excuses are arranged)
Crawl to the red room
(and like a sunday choir)

When you hear that private code
This is where you go and it's home.
The healing is close at hand
Deeper forces are in command
Mom and dad couldn't understand
When they let you down again
How your room could be your friend!
But you knew this...down the line...

You crawl to the red room
(where promises are made)
Crawl to the red room
(excuses are arranged)
Crawl to the red room
(and like a sunday choir)

When you hear that private code
This is where you go
Yeah - crawl to the red room!
Come on now
Crawl to the red room!
Crawl to the red room!
Ya gotta crawl to the red room!
You can do it
Well it's anybody's guess where we're goin'
It's anybody's guess where we'll be
But a cosmic wind is always blowin' in a room where all is free!
Crawl to the red room!
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RED ROOM

Quiet storms are outside
Rolling raven sings
Pressure on your head burst like a flower
Anger's waiting in the wings
Danger on your finger tips feels like suicide
But there's a place where you can hide

You crawl to the red room
(light the sacred song)
Crawl to the red room
(systems are patrolled)
Crawl to the red room
(childhood is framed)
No bad surprises to unfold

Aliens told me...

The neighbor satellites
They challenge you to fight
They must feed their lies
But when the bottom drops out
You won't be cryin' for the way things used to be

You crawl to the red room
(where promises are made)
Crawl to the red room
(excuses are arranged)
Crawl to the red room
(and like a sunday choir)

When you hear that private code
This is where you go and it's home.
The healing is close at hand
Deeper forces are in command
Mom and dad couldn't understand
When they let you down again
How your room could be your friend!
But you knew this...down the line...

You crawl to the red room
(where promises are made)
Crawl to the red room
(excuses are arranged)
Crawl to the red room
(and like a sunday choir)

When you hear that private code
This is where you go
Yeah - crawl to the red room!
Come on now
Crawl to the red room!
Crawl to the red room!
Ya gotta crawl to the red room!
You can do it
Well it's anybody's guess where we're goin'
It's anybody's guess where we'll be
But a cosmic wind is always blowin' in a room where all is free!
Crawl to the red room!
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Writer: John Tabacco, Marci Geller
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