Dark Red Quicksand

I can hear your voice, in my head at home
Never feel far away, never feel alone
And after all these years
I'm just at the end of this phone call

Dark red winds are coming in
I hear your voice slipping through the telephone
Dark red winds are coming in
I hear your voice slipping through the sands

Dark red quicksand, all I've ever known
St. Christopher only skin and bone
And after all these years
You're just at the end of this phonе call

Dark red winds are coming in
I hear your voicе slipping through the telephone
Dark red winds are coming in
I hear your voice slipping through the sands