Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street
Faster than the wind, passionate as sin,ending so suddenly
Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall
Like the colors in autumn so bright just before they lose it all
Losing him was blue, like I’d never knownMissing him was dark gray,all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
But loving him was red
Loving him was red
Faster than the wind, passionate as sin,ending so suddenly
Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall
Like the colors in autumn so bright just before they lose it all
Losing him was blue, like I’d never knownMissing him was dark gray,all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
But loving him was red
Loving him was red
