Red Skys's lyrics & chords

Red Skys make songs about beating hearts & broken machines. We play our strings. We hit the drums. Storyteller sideshow. Squeezing a sticky tricky noise out of metal, wood and skin. A deranged orchestra waiting to snap. Five fingers in a fist. All pointing in. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply....read more