Red

If you hadn't asked Leave my answer the same Leo's mine If you hadn't asked her Staining my whole tongue red It's you I ask now Stirring my indulgent sentiment Don't, don't, fall You so might as well Be un-done, lay low You're staining my whole tongue red Dying all my colors red How'd you get this out, she said she won't Fallen far a clear mile Bound for all the sun to spoil Beauty that he sees is available to other people and to me, too I believe He'll hold up a flower and say, "look how beautiful it is" Take this all apart and it becomes dull The inner structure, also the processes The fact that If you hadn't asked (Made this tough) Made it so fine Leo's mine If you hadn't asked her Staining my whole tongue red It's you I ask now Stirring my indulgent sentiment Don't, don't, stare You so might as well Be un-done Lay low You're staining my whole tongue red The excitement, the mystery and the awe of a flower It only adds. I don't understand how it subtracts Dying all my colors red How'd you get this out, she said she won't Fallen far a clear mile Bound for all the sun to spoil Dying all my colors red How'd you get this out, she said she won't Fallen far a clear mile Bound for all the sun to spoil Dying all my colors red How'd you get this out, she said she won't Fallen far a clear mile Bound for all the sun to spoil The beauty that he sees is available to other people and to me too I may not be quite as refined aesthetically as he is, but I can appreciate the beauty of a flower At the same time, I see much more about the flower than he sees I could imagine the cells in there, the complicated actions inside, which also have a beauty I mean it's not just beauty at this dimension, at one centimeter There's also beauty at smaller dimensions