Thea Gilmore Red Farm
She’s a sugar plum in a blue dress
She’s worth a million gold pieces
And I see visions in her hair
Of a nuclear sky
And I, I’m running away from that red farm
And I, I’m running away from that red farm
And I, I’m running away from that red farm
You can see her pleasure is in your pain
She won’t give warning, she’ll just send dark rain
She will creep back home, she will cry again
With her head in her hands
Yeah I, I’m running away from that red farm
And I, I’m running away from that red farm
And I, I’m running away from that red farm
Communication’s ground, all voices are racing through her head
The call to arms, she says “I’ll face it if my hell is overhead”
I’ll carry on believing we can take care
You’re nice and warm, that saw me through
She told her friends she could fly, too
But when her feet never left the ground
She lives alone down on the red farm
And I, I’m running away from that red farm
And I, I’m running away from that red farm
And I, I’m running away from that red farm
And I, I’m running away from that red farm
And I, I’m running away from that red farm
And I, I’m running away from that red farm
