You′re dreaming beside me.
Is an old love calling your name?
And you can't hear my talking when your eyes are closed.
I can′t believe that you are mine, all mine.
This pain thing has a hold on me.
And I can't help but thinking of him holding you.
I′m painting my jealousy.
And the red paint's dripping to the floor.
Rose petals they′re all I need.
Just like picking cotton, it can make you bleed.
You're dreaming beside me.
Is an old love calling your name?