Текст песни: 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 recognize
If I looked just like summer
Would I realize

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