The Writer Lyrics - Red Skies Over Paradise - Fischer-z

The other side of the room 

An empty bottle lies broken 

Purple faces are sure 

Of snow white sheets to soak in 

His clothes are spread around 

They smell of perspiration 

A half eaten meal 

Attracts the flies attention 

Do I, do I, do I, do I hear the man's cries? 

Do I, do I, do I, do I look in his eyes? 

Do I, do I, do I, do I care if he dies? 

Do I, do I, do I, do I? 

Take a paper towel 

And place it over his head 

Phone up reception 

And report him as dead 

Open up the window 

And expose him to light 

Push it all away from me 

No, that can't be right 

A continental breeze 

Has set the blinds in motion 

Brings just a hint of change 

From the Atlantic Ocean 

The ancient church bell rings 

Defies the march of progress 

The senoritas said you were 

Too young to notice 

Do I, do I, do I, do I hear the man's cries? 

Do I, do I, do I, do I look in his eyes? 

Do I, do I, do I, do I care if he dies? 

Do I, do I, do I, do I? 

Take a paper towel 

And place it over his head 

Phone up reception 

And report him as dead 

Open up the window 

And expose him to light 

Push it all away from me 

No, that can't be right