i will trust you but it's just not good enough
cause standing in the rain is sure enough to catch you a cold
we're falling short but we're growing old
you could carry inside you a promise too deep
i will keep you a secret if it's me you want to keep
in your kitchen of white we can lean against the sink
drink hot tea or just listen to music but
instead i will lay you down against this couch of red
(too red) and too beautiful is this
feeling i get when you're too close and i can see your lashes
and watch the way your lips part and
i'm sounding redundant when i try to describe your art
but it's the way you still have that fire within you
it's the way i convince myself everything is true