Artist: rush
Song: red lenses
Album: Grace Under Pressure
Year: 1984
I see red and it hurts my head
I guess it must be somethin' 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 better left unsaid
I said "Red, red, I'm thinkin' 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
I'm thinkin' about the overfed, the underhead
I said, "I'm now red, red", thinkin' 'bout what you said
Think 'bout it, I think, I think red