The red light of the evening, the cotton that you wear They cover up your neck this way You come a naked crying, washing off your name From the edges of your neck this way You did some things that you forgot Drinking wine and smoking pot You tried to be someone you are not And now the morning sweeps you up You take your evening outfit off Run your shower and lean back your head I love when you wash your hair I hear you tell me lightly You were quite a mess But I worship you no less this way I quiet the angel memory As you cut up last night's dress It lingers piece by piece this way You did some things that you forgot Drinking wine and smoking pot You tried to be someone you are not And now the morning sweeps you up You take your evening outfit off Run your shower and lean back your head And I love when you wash your hair I love when you wash your hair I love when you wash your hair