Rhythm

When red is blood petals blue

and in my sleepless head our loves been dead a week or two

sometimes good times are stuck inside of you

but then they're gone and I don't know why

a lot of things have changed since you said goodbye

there were reasons for you to love me but I gave you none

so I tap my glass and nod my chin

and wonder who you've been in rhythm with

so time's just time cars can't escape

and clouds are grey and close not often too far away

and blue has no value, power, or hue

or open skies- relation less

carelessness is what I miss and that?s how I think of you

sometimes good times were all we had to do

so i tap my glass and nod my chin

and wonder who you've been in rhythm with

so I tap my glass and nod my chin

and wonder who you've been in rhythm with