the red strokes
Singer:brooks, garth
two shadows starting to softly combine
the picture they're painting
and to those who have seen it
thundering moments of tenderness rage
burning the night like the dawn
two hearts have never pounded like this
with each brush of a hand
thundering moments of tenderness rage
burning the night like the dawn
the blues will be blue and the jealousies green
but when love picks its shade it demands to be seen
thundering moments of tenderness rage
burning the night like the dawn
thundering moments of tenderness rage
burning the night like the dawn
two hearts have never pounded like this