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 art.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 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
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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