In your red room
Staring up at the ceiling fan while you're coming to
Feeling blue, feeling golden by you
Bryn, you must know that you're my muse
Favorite color when you bloom
Favorite poem with your gloomy attitude
In your red room
Staring up at the ceiling fan while you're coming to
Feeling blue, feeling golden by you
Bryn, you must know that you're my muse
My favorite color when you bloom
I'm your shadow when you're moody
To have and to hold you, there's tears in your eyes
I'm numb to the feelin', I keep it inside
To have and to hold you, it feels like a fire
There's tears in your eyes, I keep it inside
In your red room
Staring up at the ceiling fan while you're coming to
Feeling blue, feeling golden by you
Bryn, you must know that you're my muse
My favorite color when you bloom
I'm your shadow when you're moody
Lost in my mind, like a vice, can't help it
Creepin' its way into my subconscious
I'm holding on to every part of you
While history tells me not to do what I wanna do
But you make a move and I see right through
All the good things burn in the end
The end
The end
Bryn, you must know that you're my muse
My favorite color when you bloom
I'm your shadow when you're moody, ah
In your red room
Staring up at the ceiling fan while you're coming to
Feeling blue, feeling golden by you
Bryn, you must know that you're my muse
My favorite color when you bloom
I'm your shadow when you're moody
