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.