Red Lenses

I see red

And it hurts my head

I 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

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