Tekster: Flood Of Red. The Beauty Of It.

Theres blood on the radio, it played our song so i shot it.
The notes that are joined so beautifully, the notes that make the melody of your smile.
Roll your window down tonight, let the wind kiss your forehead.
Close your eyes and dream for, for me. Dont you forget this night.
Hello fragility it's nice to see your face again.
I missed the caution that stuttered fom your tongue.
I missed the conversations.
Good evening desperation, its nice to see your face again