Alex T
Russian Red
I don't know who you are
Where you live or what you like
But I tried to reach the end
Of what you touch and feel
I saw you once, you looked tired
Lonely player, get in line
We stepped in silence out of the crowd
By staring at the weak, start to feel
Oh you're a star dreaming your light in my palms
Oh out of the sky, will I ever make you mine?
This sentimental stereotype
That I dreamt you were designed
Went to see me, a time to charm me
The sentimental type of guy that feels
Oh you're a star dreaming your light in my palms
Oh out of the sky, will I ever make you mine?
There
There
There
