Red



Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end streetFaster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenlyLoving him is like trying to change your mind once youíre already flying through the free fallLike the colors in autumn, so bright, just before they lose it all
Losing him was blue, like Iíve never knownMissing him was dark grey, all aloneForgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never metBut loving him was redLoving him was red
Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in ront of youMemorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite songFighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing thereís no right answerRegretting him was like wishing youíd never found out that love could be that strong
Losing him was blue, like Iíve never knownMissing him was dark grey, all aloneForgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never metBut loving him was redLoving him was red
Oh, redBurning red
Remembering him comes in flashbacks, in echoesTell myself itís time now, gotta let goBut moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my headBurning redLoving him was red
Oh, losing him was blue, like Iíve never knownMissing him was dark grey, all aloneForgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never metĎCause loving him was redYeah, yeah redBurning red
And thatís why heís spinning round in my headComes back to me, burning redYeah, yeahHis love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street