The Red Strokes


Moonlight on canvas, midnight and wineTwo shadows starting to softly combineThe picture they're paintingIs one of the heartAnd to those who have seen itIt's a true work of artOh, the red strokesPassions uncagedThundering moments of tenderness rageOh, the red strokesTempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)Burning the night like the dawnSteam on the window, salt in a kissTwo hearts have never pounded like thisInspired by a visionThat they can't commandErasing the bordersWith each brush of a hand
Oh, the red strokesPassions uncagedThundering moments of tenderness rageOh, the red strokesTempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)Burning the night like the dawn

Oh, the blues will be blue and the jealousies greenBut when love picks its shade it demands to be seen
Oh, the red strokesPassions uncagedThundering moments of tenderness rageOh, the red strokesTempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)Burning the night like the dawn
Oh, the red strokesPassions uncagedThundering moments of tenderness rageOh, the red strokesTempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)Burning the night like the dawn
Steam on the window, salt in a kissTwo hearts have never pounded like this







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