A Red, Red Rose

its 3 oclock in the morn

im waking you for the storm

a day before the day after

we created laughter

in a white sandy beach that we love

its only you and i

everyone else is gone

ive taken all th pain from you

now we togthr can mov on



red like a rose

and red as the pen

that we pretend

to give eachother tatoos



baby it never ends

its only you and i



everyone else is someone new

the memories are not important

nothing matters except me and you



we hav guitars and two old cars,

a couple dogs and a few good friends

and its three in the morn

im waking you before the storm

youll be okay with me

safely you will sleep



and your voice will speak

and sing

sing

of a red red rose.....

nobody knows

but you and me