Red lipstick and blue-eyed boy who was tickled pink,
Just to be with you.
And though she was acting coy,
I think that deep down she had feelings for him too.
Colors set against bleach white space,
Shoes on marble echo through the halls.
And each frame was in it's place,
All those memories hang like paintings on a wall.
And the old bookshop, which had smelled of time,
Where the cold outside seemed to lead us by design,
It kept us warm and felt like home
The day we turned the first page in a story of our own.
The Golden Palace and the Great Sand Dunes,
And the Rocky Mountains, each breathtaking view.
Oh, the silver light of moon,
There are many things I'd like to see with you.
In the graveyard with the blood red sky
We were lying there dreaming this would never die,
That we'd both go home to same little patch ground
When we're old and grown so tired of hanging around.
And truth be told I think that we won't die alone.
No, you and I won't die alone.
West Virginia country-folk singer-songwriter Trae Sheehan aims to find a balance between the traditional and the modern on his new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 29, 2020
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