You can’t see red flags,
when you’re wearing rose tint glasses.
This time won’t be the last,
but, I’m with you, whatever happens.

You can’t see red flags,
when you’re wearing rose tint glasses.
Red is the color of blood,
not happily ever after.

No satisfaction is greater than our bliss,
and no, I’m not talking about ignorance.
But because, I know, you know, we don’t, settle for average,
we’re on top of the world, but its a hill so massive.

Dare to be different, and shoot for the stars,
‘cuz If you wanna be normal, you’ll get boring results.
There’s opportunities all over, as well as many hardships,
that you won’t know, if you don’t get started.


You can’t see red flags,
when you’re wearing rose tint glasses.
This time won’t be the last,
but, I’m with you, whatever happens.

You can’t see red flags,
when you’re wearing rose tint glasses.
Red is the color of blood,
not happily ever after.


I hear songs from your mouth, and it’s music to my ears.
My air, is just hearing you breathe.
Head on the chest, just feeling the heart beats;
time don’t stop or start, its just you and me.

I’ll speak into action, if I can’t put into words,
these feelings inside, into musical aura.
Playing for you, a melody, striaght from my soul,
just hoping, you’ll harmonize on my favorite notes.


You can’t see red flags,
when you’re wearing rose tint glasses.
This time won’t be the last,
but, I’m with you, whatever happens.

You can’t see red flags,
when you’re wearing rose tint glasses.
Red is the color of blood,
not happily ever after.

Red Flags and Rose Tints

Philosophical penmanship of love language lyricism, naturally flowing cascades of heavy roots reggae rock riddims

Red Flags and Rose Tints

The Chill Companions