Lady In Red
We shuffle along with our eyes fixed to the floor
When someone bumps into our lives
Then we remember
What we came here for
True romance on the flow
Always speak of the things that move you
A lady in red on the number six bus last Pentecostal Monday thats Hvíta Sunna til oss
A little blonde number that was dressed like love
Blood red lea-ther
All down and up
I kid you not
From her legs to her lipstick
It was the Queen of Hearts
Like the lady in red plus trinity from the matrix
Queen of Heart-Queen of Spade combination
She spotted me before I could make my arrangements
The way I casually crash into lives upon entrance
Very many can confirm this confession
And verify the gravitas en veritas in my self projection
When I land in peoples lives
When they land in mine
yes lawd yes lawd
I felt like I knew her someplace before
In some other life some other town
She wanted to look back
And I noticed
I wanted to chase after
She noticed as well
Fated encounter
So subtle and sweet
Two people destined to meet
So fleeting
Even if thats the only thing
Its still
everything
Who's that, what's that, was that for me oohh
Is she the queen or was it just a dream?
(Man who the fuck was that?
What do you mean man?
Who the fuck was that?
Who?
The lady in red bro
She was on the number six bus man last monday i swear to god
23 oclock she was dressed in all red, red lipstick red blush blonde hair red leather
From her head to her toe baby)
The earth is my woman
And Writing is my mistress
All of these pages filled with heartfelt confessions
I make love to the process and
My lovers never look bored
I seek to understand my women more
With the gifts i was given
May that bounty be fruitful
May it nourish others
May what I write and speak be useful
My own little experimental code
Revealing itself in digital parables
A slight change of tone
Adjusting my prose
Changing my Frequency like im changing my clothes
Anyone who knows knows
You know how it goes
Hopeless romantic playing my cards on the flow
Am I the King to yo Queen?
Baby I think you know
Whos that whats that was that for me ohhh
Is she the queen or was it just a dream?
To the lady in red if you aint got no man
And you like what i said
If you see me on the number 6 uptown from Hlemm
Im yo man
Shoot me a glance
Let a smile break your lips cuz
I wanna try that one again
And they say romance is dead
When someone bumps into our lives
Then we remember
What we came here for
True romance on the flow
Always speak of the things that move you
A lady in red on the number six bus last Pentecostal Monday thats Hvíta Sunna til oss
A little blonde number that was dressed like love
Blood red lea-ther
All down and up
I kid you not
From her legs to her lipstick
It was the Queen of Hearts
Like the lady in red plus trinity from the matrix
Queen of Heart-Queen of Spade combination
She spotted me before I could make my arrangements
The way I casually crash into lives upon entrance
Very many can confirm this confession
And verify the gravitas en veritas in my self projection
When I land in peoples lives
When they land in mine
yes lawd yes lawd
I felt like I knew her someplace before
In some other life some other town
She wanted to look back
And I noticed
I wanted to chase after
She noticed as well
Fated encounter
So subtle and sweet
Two people destined to meet
So fleeting
Even if thats the only thing
Its still
everything
Who's that, what's that, was that for me oohh
Is she the queen or was it just a dream?
(Man who the fuck was that?
What do you mean man?
Who the fuck was that?
Who?
The lady in red bro
She was on the number six bus man last monday i swear to god
23 oclock she was dressed in all red, red lipstick red blush blonde hair red leather
From her head to her toe baby)
The earth is my woman
And Writing is my mistress
All of these pages filled with heartfelt confessions
I make love to the process and
My lovers never look bored
I seek to understand my women more
With the gifts i was given
May that bounty be fruitful
May it nourish others
May what I write and speak be useful
My own little experimental code
Revealing itself in digital parables
A slight change of tone
Adjusting my prose
Changing my Frequency like im changing my clothes
Anyone who knows knows
You know how it goes
Hopeless romantic playing my cards on the flow
Am I the King to yo Queen?
Baby I think you know
Whos that whats that was that for me ohhh
Is she the queen or was it just a dream?
To the lady in red if you aint got no man
And you like what i said
If you see me on the number 6 uptown from Hlemm
Im yo man
Shoot me a glance
Let a smile break your lips cuz
I wanna try that one again
And they say romance is dead
Credits
Writer(s): Tómas ólafsson
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