Red Lenses - Rush

I see red

And it hurts my head

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

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

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 thinking about the overfed

The under-read