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