i see the sun
wrapped around the strands of red hair
i burn inside from my fear of telling you that i care
i wake up from the phone it's you calling me to tell me of your dream
i believe your ways are true unlike most others do
wrapped around the strands of red hair
i burn inside from my fear of telling you that i care
i wake up from the phone it's you calling me to tell me of your dream
i believe your ways are true unlike most others do