Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street. Faster than the wind passionate as sin end so suddenly. Loving him is like tryin'a change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall. Like the colors in Autumn so bright just before they lost it all. Losing him was blue like I've never known. Missing him was dark grey all alone. Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met. But loving him was red. Loving him was red. Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you. Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite songs. Fighting with him was like tryin'a solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer. Regretting him was like wishing you'd never find out that love could be that strong. Losing him was blue like I've never known. Missing him was dark grey all alone. Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met. But loving him was red. Burning red. Remembering him comes in flashbacks in echoes. Telling myself it's time now gotta let go. But moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head. Burning red. Loving him was red. Oh losing him was blue like I've never known. Missing him was dark grey all alone. Forgetting him was like tryin'a know somebody you never met. ‘Cause loving him was red. We're burning red. And that's why he's spinning round in my head. Comes back to me burning red. His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street