These living room walls   With fire painted   To feel as though you were inside   The sun      And she painted the entryway   Somewhere between blood and burgundy   She turned to him and smiled   The brush still dripping   Hey, she said   We look beautiful in red      He dreams this hall chartreuse   Upon a coat of black   Ah darling please, she sighs   Her most playful sigh   What say we negotiate tonight   Between the sheets of this strange   Domestic life