RUSH - Red Lenses
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