Don't Let Red

A stunning work of art stares back at you, its loveliness is comforting

A story thrilling, so mysterious, with presence powerfully true

Between the lines, you see the mistake. The smallest slip glares like red paint

Don’t let the Red kill the picture. The beauty in the art remains

Don’t let the Red kill the picture. Love is perfectly imperfect and life is strange

No one really knows what’s going on. We are the walking wounded

Letting our past bind us fear, holding our futures hostage

We beg for truth, then live a lie. We’d rather give up than try

Don’t let the Red kill the picture. The beauty in the art remains

Don’t let the Red kill the picture. Love is perfectly imperfect and life is strange

Oh, Oh, Ooooo. Life is, life is strange. Don’t let the red – kill the picture

The beauty remains, remains, remains. Oh

Don’t let the Red kill the picture. The beauty in the art remains

Don’t let the Red kill the picture. Love is imperfect and life is strange