Touch Red (On Film)

I see the clear waves in my dreams
At night you’re lying next to me
My fingers running through your hair
Back entries in your diary
Touch red, you’re cold as ice
Touch blue, the taste of water
Touch red, inside your eyes
Touch blue, the world needs color
I feel the clear waves in my dreams
I want the ocean in your arms
The beach is slipping through my hands
Your eyes are painted like a doll’s
Touch red, you’re cold as ice
Touch blue, the taste of water
Touch red, before you’re gone
Touch blue, the world needs color