Reds Between Blacks - Bob Corn

You walk through the people

And it seems you’re my queen

I was waitin' for you

So you’re my queen

Oh maybe cause you red shoes

Or the way that you move

Oh I cannot decide to do

I can just follow you

And you bloom in my hand

Where you bloom in my hand

You bloom in my hand

Bloom in my hand

Sometimes I think

I don’t like bright eyes

Sometimes I’m wrong

Sometimes I’m right

Oh maybe the bright light

That sorrounds you

Keeps me away

Oh I have to say

That you bloom in my hand

Where you bloom in my hand

You bloom in my hand

Bloom in my hand

Where I’ll find you my brave

Just behind the wall

And I tell who you are

My queen, my star

You smile in your point strong

Your finger to my breast

You say «We are two reds,

They are all blacks»

And you bloom in my hand

Where you bloom in my hand

You bloom in my hand

Bloom in my hand