Red Envelopes by The Travis Waltons Lyrics
[Verse 1: Paul Gonzenbach]
I can hear relief in your voice
The trembling of your hands
You can tell me what you will
And not reveal your plans
There will there will be no more crimes against us now
You can't let this take you in
I know it will colour how you see me now
[Verse 2: Paul Gonzenbach and Dan Flay]
And I know that we've asked too much of you this time
As your, your body heads toward a show end
And you seem, you seem at a loss for words
And were you hoping for punishment for what you've done?
Oh, oh, oh, have you made up your mind? Oh, oh, oh, have you made up your mind?
And all I did was to speed up the processes at work And I run right up to your house with my arms open screaming
Someone open, Someone kind I tell you 'the writing was on the wall'
Have you struck a bargain? You say 'my neck is bleeding'
A cruel burden eating you from the inside And you clutch at your throat
It's that time of year again. It's that time of year again
[Verse 3: Paul Gonzenbach]
And as of tomorrow what will be left of me
Besides the touch of your hand
Besides the need to be in your arms
But balance is an end in and of itself
So they tell me
And if you never make a promise
You can never break it
I can hear relief in your voice
The trembling of your hands
You can tell me what you will
And not reveal your plans
There will there will be no more crimes against us now
You can't let this take you in
I know it will colour how you see me now
[Verse 2: Paul Gonzenbach and Dan Flay]
And I know that we've asked too much of you this time
As your, your body heads toward a show end
And you seem, you seem at a loss for words
And were you hoping for punishment for what you've done?
Oh, oh, oh, have you made up your mind? Oh, oh, oh, have you made up your mind?
And all I did was to speed up the processes at work And I run right up to your house with my arms open screaming
Someone open, Someone kind I tell you 'the writing was on the wall'
Have you struck a bargain? You say 'my neck is bleeding'
A cruel burden eating you from the inside And you clutch at your throat
It's that time of year again. It's that time of year again
[Verse 3: Paul Gonzenbach]
And as of tomorrow what will be left of me
Besides the touch of your hand
Besides the need to be in your arms
But balance is an end in and of itself
So they tell me
And if you never make a promise
You can never break it