Carbone Red
Track 4 of Forbidden in Furs
[ Lyrics ]
Red sauce, red wine, red line. Silk sleeve brushes candle light, you say I’m *almost* out of sight. Hand on my knee like a loaded prayer, sliding slow like you own the air. I twist my napkin into knots, pretend I’m not the girl you bought. You order me the pasta, the special, the best — you always pick when you’re undressing me with your chest. You lean in close, say I taste like the wine, your voice that hum — it rewires my spine. I swallow the lie with a bite and a smile, and I know it’s wrong, but it feels like a while since someone held me like I’m worth the flame... so I play the game. I don’t say your name. Red sauce, red wine, red line — I’m tangled up in you behind closed mind. Every promise you won’t make me mine, drips slow like oil on this candlelight. You touch me like a secret I should hide, but I flare up under you, hot and bright. Red sauce, red wine, red line — I’m yours tonight, and I’ll pay the price. Waiter clears the plate too soon, you keep your hand like a loaded moon. One thumb on my pulse, the other on my lip, tell me I’m the kind of kiss they’d censor on the tip of a movie scene. Say I’m *artful* in surrender. I don’t correct you — just let the silence render me softer, slicker, easier to take. You don’t need to love me — just don’t make a mistake. You trace the rim of your glass like my spine, and I wonder where your wedding ring’s been. I don’t ask. I don’t want to know. It’s safer here, in the afterglow of a love that’s borrowed, never free... so I stay. And I sip. And I breathe. Red sauce, red wine, red line — I’m tangled up in you behind closed mind. Every promise you won’t make me mine, drips slow like oil on this candlelight. You touch me like a secret I should hide, but I flare up under you, hot and bright. Red sauce, red wine, red line — I’m yours tonight, and I’ll pay the price. Is this love? Or just a crime with candle wax and perfect time? You paint me like a guilty pleasure, but I start to feel like *treasure*. And that’s the lie — the deepest cut: I let you make me feel enough. Red sauce, red wine, red line — I’m tangled up in you behind closed mind. Every promise you won’t make me mine, drips slow like oil on this candlelight. You touch me like a secret I should hide, but I flare up under you, hot and bright. Red sauce, red wine, red line — I’m yours tonight… but not next time. Red line… Yeah… red line.