Umphrey's McGee Red Room lyrics

Strange fascination, end of the day
Roots are tied and uninspired
Two thousand records won't play anymore
Always had the time
Tape, VCR, news and old ripped picks

There's too much red in the room
There's too much red
There's too much red in the room

It seem to always come on over
Just a little too soon
Match box, cards and plastic guitars
And at twelve o'clock the news begins

It seem to always come on over
Just a little too soon
Your pocket was torn from a fist from a corpse
And the best one's got away

The basement's got a smell but I like it that way

Obsessive, compulsive, relentlessly frosted
TV shows with no conversation
Seem to make the time creep slow
I'm waiting around from place to place to place

There's too much red in the room
There's too much red
There's too much red in the room, yeah

It seem to always come on over
Just a little too soon
Match box, cards and plastic guitars
And at twelve o'clock the news begins

It seem to always come on over
Just a little too soon
Your pocket was torn from a fist from a corpse
Best one's got away