The rose wilted the night before you returned
from the depths of the ocean...

Where the sea parts,
I'm walking away from those shores...

Shades of Red
Like the colour of traffic lights...

you thanked me for a beautiful time
that i changed something you haven't felt like...

there once was a dream
to live high up in the clouds...

He placed his lips on mine
and my ever steady heart took flight...

here you are,
taking us back to the evening...

Don't promise me those suburban dreams
when you can't promise to live it...

your safety is my responsibility -
and for the first time...

Your hands on my skin,
they've never been...

Do I really have to tell
where I was three days before April ninth...

My liquor-drenched clothes
ask me to narrate stories to you...