Red
Was Your hair when you stepped off the boat
Red
Were My nails when I waved hello
Red
Were The flowers you gave me over lunch
Red
Was The wine we drank on my livingroom couch
Red
Were The sheets we shared for a night
Red
Was The ring you presented me without a fight
Red
Were My cheeks, when they couldn't help but flare
Red
Was Her dress, when you couldn't help but stare
Red
Was the door, you slipped into with her when you thought my back was turned
Red
Was The lipstick on your collar when you later emerged
Red
Was the stain of blood on my shirt when you broke my heart
Red
Was the color that brought us together and tore us apart
Red
Is affairs and lies, no trust, but doubt
Red
Is a color that can never wash out