I see red
It hurts my head
Guess it must be something
That I read
It’s the colour of your heartbeat
A rising summer sun
The battle lost — or won
The flash to fashion
And the pulse to passion —
Feels red
Inside my head
And truth is often bitter —
Left unsaid
Said red red
Thinking about the overhead —
The underfed
— couldn’t we talk about something else instead?
We’ve got Mars on the horizon
Says the national midnight star
(it’s true)
What you believe is what you are
A pair of dancing shoes —
The soviets are the blues —
The reds
Under your bed
Lying —
In the darkness
Dead ahead
And the mercury is rising
Barometer starts to fall
You know it gets to us all
The pain that is learning
And the rain that is burning —
Feel red
Still — go ahead
You see black and white —
And i see red
(not blue)
