Anthem Red Lyrics
Sixty Stories Anthem Red
This is my anthem.
It is painted on the bridge in spray paint and mud,
In failure and courage.
Broken bottles bed the ground where I stand
As painted runs down the limbs of my shaking hand.
Written in Anthem Red.
For a moment I feel free of my heavy tired thing
As I step back and view the stupid mess I made.
The air is so cold the paint stings
And threatens to stay stuck to my hand,
To this bridge and to this year.
Written in Anthem Red.
It is painted on the bridge in spray paint and mud,
In failure and courage.
Broken bottles bed the ground where I stand
As painted runs down the limbs of my shaking hand.
Written in Anthem Red.
For a moment I feel free of my heavy tired thing
As I step back and view the stupid mess I made.
The air is so cold the paint stings
And threatens to stay stuck to my hand,
To this bridge and to this year.
Written in Anthem Red.
