A Crossing of the Senses

I've got a trip planned

Gonna watch the world spin

underneath my feet,

cuz my synthesis

has made you

red.

I see your outline,

on that spot near my door

where we'd fall like doves

and I'd fall in love.

now theres just

the floor.

And the skin shed

held our passions,

there's two lovers trapped

inside our heads.

But with the Spring we will forget

everything.

and the days when

I'd play your savior

will be as surreal

as our religion.

and the cuts left

in our young chests

will callousse til

theres nothing left.

and everything will be

red.

everything I am will be

red.

and everything we see will be

red.

red.

and my thoughts of you will cease

with the passing of the weeks.

baby, it's not what I planned.

it is just how things happen

when you fall out of love.

when you fall out of love.