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
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)