Modern Day Midas - American Red

Center of attention, beauty without the disguise. American red in her blood and the world in her eyes
She thinks love is against her, but I don't think she's given it time
She's a thrift shop queen, I say the devil's in the retail. She's that Irish green that flows and tells tall tales
Of the things that we've lost in melodic detail

Oh songbird, give me your words, and make me feel fine that it's all on the line

And the stage is a home where she's never felt more alone
Singing herself on out to inattentive ears in hope that maybe her words can help
If they can't find them themselves

Oh songbird, give me your words, and make me feel fine that it's all on the line

And the angels on your shoulders say, "you're doing good" while the demons on the other make you afraid of Hollywood
They say you're never gonna make it, so you say "I'll fake it"

Oh songbird, give me your words, and make me feel fine that it's all on the line
Songbird, is it okay that I sing about you this way when there is more that I should say

Written by:
Raul Ochoa

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