Song | Crimson Red |
Artist | Holiday Parade |
Album | Living Like James Dean |
I'm constantly surrounded by a feeling | |
It came swirling down and crawled beneath my sheets. | |
It followed me out to the car and to the park | |
She said, "You always make me shake" | |
I think I found something amazing, | |
Now it's your turn to amaze me. | |
You paint the sky a crimson red | |
You bring the stars to life right from your bed | |
You always make me feel like July | |
And I wonder why sometimes. | |
We'll lay up on your roof at night | |
And watch the shooting stars fly by. | |
I'll tell you "Someday I'll take you there" | |
I love the pretty songs you sing, | |
The way you bring me to my knees | |
With your paralyzing voice. | |
Take my words and your time | |
I'm feeling empty but I was blind | |
You let the radio play… | |
Our love's deep like the seas | |
I face the waves as your currents drown me, | |
You sweep me away... |
I' m constantly surrounded by a feeling | |
It came swirling down and crawled beneath my sheets. | |
It followed me out to the car and to the park | |
She said, " You always make me shake" | |
I think I found something amazing, | |
Now it' s your turn to amaze me. | |
You paint the sky a crimson red | |
You bring the stars to life right from your bed | |
You always make me feel like July | |
And I wonder why sometimes. | |
We' ll lay up on your roof at night | |
And watch the shooting stars fly by. | |
I' ll tell you " Someday I' ll take you there" | |
I love the pretty songs you sing, | |
The way you bring me to my knees | |
With your paralyzing voice. | |
Take my words and your time | |
I' m feeling empty but I was blind | |
You let the radio play | |
Our love' s deep like the seas | |
I face the waves as your currents drown me, | |
You sweep me away... |