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)