Crimson Ship

My life was coloured painting pictures out of tune

You came from nowhere in a song

It might have been the way I laughed he made the jokes

Could only show me what was wrong

He took me flying on his crimson ship

He never left me his number

He took me flying on his crimson ship

Then he was gone and I wondered

Who put the knots on all the crosses on the hill

Why did the old man wash his hands

Who grew the flower that was big enough to kill

And blew the trumpet in the van a an

He took me flying on his crimson ship

He never left me his number

He took me flying on his crimson ship

Then he was gone and I wondered

Oh oh oh oh

When they were busy throwing kisses at the moon

A father lost his mother's son

And though they knew the resurrection would be soon

The time was spent they carried on o on

He took me flying on his crimson ship

He never left me his number

He took me flying on his crimson ship

Then he was gone and I wondered

Wondered wondered wondered wondered wondered

Wondered wondered wondered wondered wondered

Wondered wondered wondered