Testo Pale Red

Sometime in late July
A faded kind of day
In a back street kind of town
I had you walk with me

Pale red
Pale red kiss
They're pulling down the flats Too late to go back, now

I love the way you talk to me
With the heat upon my back
There was nothing going on
But there was nothing going wrong

Pale red
Pale red kiss
They're pulling down the flats
Too late to go back

I shouldn't be with you
I shouldn't be with you
Pale red
Pale red kiss
They're pulling down the flats
Too late to go back