Reds

Heart-shaped smoke
In my room
You don't go out
Out in the moon

A model-look
Drew with chalk
My dreams are blue
And ours stars don't walk

I won't go out
Tonight to your bar
The road is gone
People have gone too far
I hold your hips
I bite your lips
But this headache
Make me sleep

Now they fall
The last leaves
My history is wonderful
If you believe

I wouldn't trust
My body no more
Some feelings are coming
And they're going to talk

I won't go out
Tonight to your bar
The road is gone
People have gone too far
I hold your hips
I bite your lips
But this headache
Make me sleep