The Red Strokes

Moonlight on canvas, midnight and wine 
Two shadows starting to [bad word] 
The picture they're painting 
Is one of the heart 
And to those who have seen it 
It's a [bad word] work of art 

Oh, the red strokes 
Passions uncaged 
Thundering moments of tenderness rage 
Oh, the red strokes 
Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn) 
Burning the night like the dawn 

Steam on the window, salt in a kiss 
Two hearts have never pounded like this 
Inspired by a vision 
That they [bad word] 
Erasing the borders 
With each [bad word] of a hand 

Oh, the red strokes 
Passions uncaged 
Thundering moments of tenderness rage 
Oh, the red strokes 
Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn) 
Burning the night like the dawn 

Oh, the blues will be blue and the jealousies green 
But when love picks its shade it demands to be seen 

Oh, the red strokes 
Passions uncaged 
Thundering moments of tenderness rage 
Oh, the red strokes 
Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn) 
Burning the night like the dawn 

Oh, the red strokes 
Passions uncaged 
Thundering moments of tenderness rage 
Oh, the red strokes 
Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn) 
Burning the night like the dawn 

Steam on the window, salt in a kiss 
Two hearts have never pounded like this