I see red
And it hurts my head
Guess it must be something

That I read

It's the color 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
Red
(Not blue)