Fire, fire burning bright
the deepest sunset in the night
apples, juicy, shiny and sweet
blood spattered on the street
a soft blush on porcelain cheeks
red hot anger, how it shrieks
All this red as red can be,
red as the rose he gave to me
but what does red really mean?
Is it the curtains between each scene?
I don’t know, but one thing’s true,
red’s the heart that means I love you