When red is blood petals blue
and in my sleepless head our loves been dead a week or two
sometimes good times are stuck inside of you
but then they're gone and I don't know why
a lot of things have changed since you said goodbye
there were reasons for you to love me but I gave you none
so I tap my glass and nod my chin
and wonder who you've been in rhythm with
so time's just time cars can't escape
and clouds are grey and close not often too far away
and blue has no value, power, or hue
or open skies- relation less
carelessness is what I miss and that?s how I think of you
sometimes good times were all we had to do
so i tap my glass and nod my chin
and wonder who you've been in rhythm with
so I tap my glass and nod my chin
and wonder who you've been in rhythm with
