A Red, Red Rose

its 3 oclock in the morn
im waking you for the storm
a day before the day after
we created laughter
in a white sandy beach that we love
its only you and i
everyone else is gone
ive taken all th pain from you
now we togthr can mov on

red like a rose
and red as the pen
that we pretend
to give eachother tatoos

baby it never ends
its only you and i
everyone else is someone new
the memories are not important
nothing matters except me and you

we hav guitars and two old cars,
a couple dogs and a few good friends
and its three in the morn
im waking you before the storm
youll be okay with me
safely you will sleep

and your voice will speak
and sing
sing
of a red red rose.....
nobody knows
but you and me