Chorus
And when I’m thinking of you, He’s the one on my mind,
Did you love me at all? Or is love truly blind?
And while he’s probably at yours, I’m all alone in my bed,
And these walls are plain white, but I can’t help it… I’m just seeing Red! Red! Seeing red!

And down at the fair, when we’re hanging with our friends,
And I fake a smile to you but that’s where the story ends,
Once perfect true lovers, And now who would have thought?
Till I found him under the covers, so many lessons to be taught,
You weren’t sorry of what you did; just very sorry you got caught,
Trying to mend this broken heart, the hardest battle ever fought!

And when I’m thinking of you, He’s the one on my mind,
Did you love me at all? Or is love truly blind?
And I hope this was worth all these tears that I’ve shed,
Its pitch black as the night, but I can’t help it, I’m just seeing Red! Red! Seeing red!

And these words, they help to take away the pain,
These heartfelt words, they try to wash away the rain,
And these battlefield scars, well they like to help me remember,
The sun will still shine down on me, but it’ll be colder this September,
And it won’t be the frost, or the distance we’re apart,
But these sparkling icicles that you’ve left on my heart!



And when I’m thinking of you, He’s the one on my mind,
Did you love me at all? Or is love truly blind?
Frames without photographs, erase this hell within my head,
And still the stars shine so bright, but I can’t help it, I’m seeing Red! Red! Seeing red!

And this sympathy you give me,
Recalls these nostalgic memories,
And I’m sorry baby but “I’m sorry” doesn’t quite fit this stories end
And the times we laughed and we cried,
Made up for times you cheated and you lied,
Maybe I’ll find a lady to call a partner, a lover, a friend.

And when I’m thinking of you, He’s the one on my mind,
Did you love me at all? Or is love truly blind?
And I try my very best to forget the last words that you said,
I try to lose all this spite, but I can’t help it, I’m seeing Red! Red! Seeing red!

So as the sun will rise and then The moon will take its place,
And every love song will remind me of your stardom fall from grace,
But the world will keep turning, and I’ll pick myself up off the ground,
For every something that is lost, there must be something that is found,
And I’ll say that’s its dormant, But true love is never dead,
And let it be the colour of a heart the next time that I’m seeing red! Red! Red!
And just like the colour of this perfect bloodshed,
As this world will keep turning, there may be something good from seeing red!

© Copyright of Nicholas Williams


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