| Song | The Red Strokes |
| Artist | Garth Brooks |
| Album | In Pieces |
| 作词 : Brooks, Garver, Sanderson ... | |
| Moonlight on canvas, midnight and wine | |
| Two shadows starting to softly combine | |
| The picture they're painting | |
| Is one of the heart | |
| And to those who have seen it | |
| It's a true work of art | |
| Oh, the red strokes | |
| Passions uncaged | |
| Thundering moments of tenderness rage | |
| Oh, the red strokes | |
| Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn) | |
| Burning the night like the dawn | |
| Steam on the window, salt in a kiss | |
| Two hearts have never pounded like this | |
| Inspired by a vision | |
| That they can't command | |
| Erasing the borders | |
| With each brush of a hand | |
| Oh, the red strokes | |
| Passions uncaged | |
| Thundering moments of tenderness rage | |
| Oh, the red strokes | |
| Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn) | |
| Burning the night like the dawn | |
| Oh, the blues will be blue and the jealousies green | |
| But when love picks its shade it demands to be seen | |
| Oh, the red strokes | |
| Passions uncaged | |
| Thundering moments of tenderness rage | |
| Oh, the red strokes | |
| Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn) | |
| Burning the night like the dawn | |
| Oh, the red strokes | |
| Passions uncaged | |
| Thundering moments of tenderness rage | |
| Oh, the red strokes | |
| Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn) | |
| Burning the night like the dawn | |
| Steam on the window, salt in a kiss | |
| Two hearts have never pounded like this |
| zuò cí : Brooks, Garver, Sanderson ... | |
| Moonlight on canvas, midnight and wine | |
| Two shadows starting to softly combine | |
| The picture they' re painting | |
| Is one of the heart | |
| And to those who have seen it | |
| It' s a true work of art | |
| Oh, the red strokes | |
| Passions uncaged | |
| Thundering moments of tenderness rage | |
| Oh, the red strokes | |
| Tempered and strong Fearlessly drawn | |
| Burning the night like the dawn | |
| Steam on the window, salt in a kiss | |
| Two hearts have never pounded like this | |
| Inspired by a vision | |
| That they can' t command | |
| Erasing the borders | |
| With each brush of a hand | |
| Oh, the red strokes | |
| Passions uncaged | |
| Thundering moments of tenderness rage | |
| Oh, the red strokes | |
| Tempered and strong Fearlessly drawn | |
| Burning the night like the dawn | |
| Oh, the blues will be blue and the jealousies green | |
| But when love picks its shade it demands to be seen | |
| Oh, the red strokes | |
| Passions uncaged | |
| Thundering moments of tenderness rage | |
| Oh, the red strokes | |
| Tempered and strong Fearlessly drawn | |
| Burning the night like the dawn | |
| Oh, the red strokes | |
| Passions uncaged | |
| Thundering moments of tenderness rage | |
| Oh, the red strokes | |
| Tempered and strong Fearlessly drawn | |
| Burning the night like the dawn | |
| Steam on the window, salt in a kiss | |
| Two hearts have never pounded like this |