I think I know your shade that warns me There are no red roses without their thorns, see? And I think your words have already said plenty And there are no green shades without some envy
The feels for you Fire and ice, day and night The things you do Wrong and right, black and white
I'll open a new door, I'm starting over No guessing games, no faith in color
The feels for you Fire and ice, day and night The things you do Wrong and right, black and white
I'll open a new door, I'm starting over No guessing games, no faith in color
