These days are bleedin' Into pools on the floor I'm tracing my palms in the puddles My back to the door And while you were sleepin', darlin' I painted a map on the wall A map of the world we once knew All the cities of old The candlelight flickers a shadow It tangoes on the wall Is it mine, or is it yours, or another's? It doesn't matter at all I was workin' on the Arctic When I felt a chill I turned and I saw nothin' Just the open door So I started on the ceilin', believe me The blood was runnin' thin I tried my hand at the Birth of Adam At the birth of sin The mornin' came like a harlot Who'd seen a thousand beds Like a wilted sigh through the skylight Into the sea of red The sea of red The sea of red The sea of red Into the sea of red