Lyrics & translations of Ingram Hill

Maybe her eyes are just a little bit red Almost all the time Maybe her hair, it smells like cigarettes When I climb into bed with her at night She don't wanna try But this just feels so right

I woke up from my sleep to the sound of that voice From the words that I heard I had no choice They told me I had to turn around My assurance slowly faded down And I wonder Will I ever make it