When red is black and petals blue. And in my sleepless head our love's been dead a week or two. Sometimes good times are stuck inside of you. And then they're gone. But I don't know why. A lot of things have changed since you said goodbye. There are reasons for you to love me. But I gave you none. So I turn my glass and nod my chin. And wonder who you've been in rhythm with. Sometimes just time cause can't escape. Clouds are playing close not often too far away. Blue has no value power over you. Open skies will grace your lip. Carelessness is what I miss. And that's how I think of you. Sometimes good times are all we have to do. So I turn my glass and nod my chin. And wonder who you've been in rhythm with. So I turn my glass and nod my chin. And wonder who you've been in rhythm with.