RED

Friday night on Oxford Street, Plastic smiles and restless feet. Every signal, every sign, Tells me where to draw the line. Stop and start, the city said, All my thoughts are flashing red. Flashing red, I’m on the move, Caught between the lies and truth. Flashing red, a light ahead, Tells me where I should have fled. Glass and chrome, a mirrored face, Dancing shadows out of place. Every secret that we’ve bled, Comes alive in flashing red. Stop and start, the city said, All my dreams are flashing red. Flashing red, I’m on the move, Caught between the lies and truth. Flashing red, a light ahead, Tells me where I should have fled. “Cross the street, don’t hesitate Hurry now, before it’s late. Love’s a signal, green to dead Now it’s only flashing red.” Flashing red, I can’t disguise, Every truth behind the eyes. Flashing red, I lost the thread, Now I’m dancing flashing red. Flashing red, I can’t disguise, Every truth behind the eyes. Flashing red, I lost the thread, Now I’m dancing flashing red.