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.