The Red Strokes

Moonlight on canvas, midnight and wine Two shadows starting to softly combine The picture they're painting Is one of the heart And to those who have seen it It's a true work of art Oh, the red strokes Passions uncaged Thundering moments of tenderness rage Oh, the red strokes Tempered and strong Burning the night like the dawn Steam on the window, salt in a kiss Two hearts have never pounded like this Inspired by a vision That they can't command Erasing the borders With each brush of a hand Oh, the red strokes Passions uncaged Thundering moments of tenderness rage Oh, the red strokes Tempered and strong Burning the night like the dawn Oh, the blues will be blue and the jealousies green When love picks its shade it demands to be seen Oh, the red strokes Passions uncaged Thundering moments of tenderness rage Oh, the red strokes Fearlessly drawn Burning the night like the dawn Oh, the red strokes Passions uncaged Thundering moments of tenderness rage Oh, the red strokes Fearlessly drawn Burning the night like the dawn Steam on the window, salt in a kiss Two hearts have never pounded like this