I've got a trip planned   Gonna watch the world spin   underneath my feet,   cuz my synthesis   has made you    red.       I see your outline,   on that spot near my door   where we'd fall like doves   and I'd fall in love.   now theres just   the floor.       And the skin shed   held our passions,   there's two lovers trapped    inside our heads.    But with the Spring we will forget   everything.      and the days when   I'd play your savior   will be as surreal    as our religion.   and the cuts left   in our young chests   will callousse til    theres nothing left.      and everything will be   red.      everything I am will be   red.      and everything we see will be    red.    red.      and my thoughts of you will cease    with the passing of the weeks.   baby, it's not what I planned.   it is just how things happen   when you fall out of love.   when you fall out of love.