The Search For Cherry Red - The Kills

In every car that passes me on the street

I search for the particular face

The lipstick trembles under boomlights

The lipstick my own brothers only trace

Was the birthday birthday ashtray

Carried all along this way now (and)

It was a gift from my little sister

On the very same day they took her away

And it’s painted cherry red, cherry red now

All your dreams are cherry red inside your head

And it’s painted cherry red, cherry red now

All your dreams are cherry red inside

In Hollywood I got the phone call

That made my heart and my limosine stall

Falling down in the hotel hall again

Little drunk from the Warners' Christmas ball

Cut by love and cut by switchblade

He’s been gone nearly half a decade

Cut by love and cut by switchblade

He’s been gone nearly half a decade

I still remember my brother

I see his face on the billboards

And the polaroids that stayed on my pillow 'til the very sunset

Said, great day

And it’s painted cherry red, cherry red now

All your dreams are cherry red inside your head

And it’s painted cherry red, cherry red now

All your dreams are cherry red inside

And it’s painted cherry red, cherry red now

All your dreams are cherry red inside your head

And it’s painted cherry red, cherry red now

All your dreams are cherry red inside