Red is my favorite color
Red like your mother´s eyes after a while
Of crying about how you don´t love her
She says, "I know I don´t deserve
Supervised sight of her
But each day becomes a blur without my daughter"

Fall is my favorite season
Like falling to reasoning why you crashed from on high
She says, "Why is my life so uneven
And what have I done right
But given you your life
If after I led you on into that bar room?"

"Yes" is my favorite answer
I took a dancer home, she felt so alone
We stayed up all night in the kitchen
Doing my dishes, on and on until the dawn
She said, "I know that it´s easy to have me
But I have seen some things
That I cannot even tell to my family pictures
And I´m full of fictions and fucking addictions
And I miss my mother"

She´ll never know I could never forget her
If I could write her a letter, I´d try with every line
To say, "She still remembers your touch
And I know that it´s not much
But you still haven´t lost her"