Red Lenses Rush

I see red
And it hurts my head
I 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
The pulse to passion

Feels red
Inside my head
And truth is often bitter
Left unsaid
I said red, red
I'm 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