Little red words bring me to my knees, put my troubled heart at ease,
They call me by my name; when I'm wild they make me tame,
In the morning, the first thing that I see...
Little red words tell me stories of amazing grace and endless love,
They hold me when I weep, wake me when I fall asleep,
In the evening, the last thing that I see are little red words in a big black book,
Crimson like the blood it took for me.
Little red words, promises of gold,
Streets of amber, so I'm told,
They whisper of the day when Heaven and Earth will pass away,
In the morning, the first thing that I see are little red words in a big black book,
Crimson like the blood it took for me.
Little red words bring me to my knees, put my troubled heart at ease,
They call me by my name; when I'm wild they make me tame,
In the morning, the first thing that I see are little red words in a big black book,
Crimson like the blood it took for me.
Little red words, (I love those little red words)
Little red words, (I love those little red words)
Little red words, (I love those little red words)
Little red words, (I love those little red words)
Little red words, (I love those little red words)
Little red words, (I love those little red words)
I love those little red words
I love those little red words,
I love those little red words,
I love those little red words.
