|She opened up her heart to you
rather like a door opening to a stranger
the night was cold - bitter cold
harsh winds were taking hold
when she took your blue hands in hers
and made them red with love.
She gave you life and hope
when everything seemed quite lost
she taught you things you didn't know could exist,
she lifted up that drowning mist,
she blew warm air onto your face
and made your cheeks red with love.
And this woman is your saviour
there when no others were
an explosion after a deep silence
pain's now past tense
for she loves you too
and it's made your heart red with love.