Garth Brooks - The Red Strokes

Moonlight on canvas, midnight and wine
Two shadows starting to softly combine
The picture they're painting is one of the heart
And to those who have seen it
It's a true work of art

Oh, the red strokes, passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes, tempered and strong
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 can't command
Erasing the borders with each brush of a hand

Oh, the red strokes, passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes, tempered and strong
Burning the night like the dawn

Oh, the blues will be blue and them 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, fearlessly drawn
Burning the night like the dawn

Oh, the red strokes, passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes, fearlessly drawn
Burning the night like the dawn

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