I think I know...
I think I know...
I think I know your shade that warns me
There are no red roses without their thorns, see?
And I think your words have already said plenty
And there are no green shades without some envy
The feels for you
Fire and ice, day and night
The things you do
Wrong and right, black and white
I'll open a new door, I'm starting over
No guessing games, no faith in color
The feels for you
Fire and ice, day and night
The things you do
Wrong and right, black and white
I'll open a new door, I'm starting over
No guessing games, no faith in color
