The Reds

You speak with a timbre
Golden and amber
So slow and unsure, hindered by the things you feel you can't handle
Like our fingertips are candles
Let's light 'em up and go dancing
There's a world outside the window
But I promise here's somewhere it can't get

I've got the reds
I've got the reds

Diamonds before 40
Where you got them, wanna know but I'll never ask it
Dying for more stories
We find it hard to live against the law of attraction
One-step one, two-step
Do I ever know where your head goes?
When your eyes slow and our lips meet low
And is it somewhere you have to be on your own?

I've got the reds
I've got the reds
I've got the reds
I've got the reds

I know where to find you
You'll be in the wild
You'll be hiding there 'til love goes out of style
I know where to find you
You'll be in the wild
You'll be hiding there 'til love goes out of style

I've got the reds
I've got the reds
I've got the reds

You speak with a timbre
Golden and amber
So slow and unsure, hindered by the things you feel you can't handle

I've got the reds
I've got the reds



Credits
Writer(s): Bryce Vanhook, Parker Mathews
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