China Crisis - Red Sails

no name
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