Практика: Red (Taylor's Version)

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 known

Missing him was dark gray, all alone

Forgetting him was like tryin' know somebody you never met

But loving him was red

Loving him was red

Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted

Was right there in front of you

Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words

To your old favorite song

Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword

And realizing there's no right answer

Regretting him was like wishing you never found out

That love could be that strong

Losing him was blue like I'd never known

Missing him was dark gray, all alone

Forgetting him was like tryin' know somebody you never met

But loving him was red

Oh, red

Burning red

Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes

Tell myself, "It's time now, gotta let go"

But moving on from him is impossible

When I still see it all in my head

In burning red

Loving him was red

Oh, losing him was blue like I'd never known

Missing him was dark gray, all alone

Forgetting him was like tryin' to know

Somebody you never met

'Cause loving him was red

Yeah, yeah, red

We're burning red

And that's why he's spinning 'round in my head

Comes back to me, burning red

Yeah, yeah

His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street