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





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