You walk through the people
And it seems you're my queen
I was waitin' for you
So you're my queen
Oh maybe cause you red shoes
Or the way that you move
Oh I cannot decide to do
I can just follow you
And you bloom in my hand
Where you bloom in my hand
You bloom in my hand
Bloom in my hand
Sometimes I think
I don't like bright eyes
Sometimes I'm wrong
Sometimes I'm right
Oh maybe the bright light
That sorrounds you
Keeps me away
Oh I have to say
That you bloom in my hand
Where you bloom in my hand
You bloom in my hand
Bloom in my hand
Where I'll find you my brave
Just behind the wall
And I tell who you are
My queen, my star
You smile in your point strong
Your finger to my breast
You say "We are two reds,
They are all blacks"
And you bloom in my hand
Where you bloom in my hand
You bloom in my hand
Bloom in my hand
