You speak with a timbre Golden and amber So slow and unsure, hindered by the things you feel you can't handle Like our fingertips are candles Let's light 'em up and go dancing There's a world outside the window But I promise here's somewhere it can't get I've got the reds I've got the reds Diamonds before 40 Where you got them, wanna know but I'll never ask it Dying for more stories We find it hard to live against the law of attraction One-step one, two-step Do I ever know where your head goes? When your eyes slow and our lips meet low And is it somewhere you have to be on your own? I've got the reds I've got the reds I've got the reds I've got the reds I know where to find you You'll be in the wild You'll be hiding there 'til love goes out of style I know where to find you You'll be in the wild You'll be hiding there 'til love goes out of style I've got the reds I've got the reds I've got the reds You speak with a timbre Golden and amber So slow and unsure, hindered by the things you feel you can't handle I've got the reds I've got the reds