China Crisis - Red Sails
Big kisses for small fishes
Property trading
The wrong places
We all work hard
For god’s blessings
There’s no mistaking
She feels important
If I had a soul
Would I recognise
If I looked just like summer
Would I realise
Red sails
Into the sunset
The only reason for her leaving
Come tomorrow
Will she be closer
Too many secrets
I should have told her