Red was the color of love that I thought,
I really hate this feeling that I caught.
It's you and me inside a noisy hall,
Facing the red liquid on top of the table.

Do I need to spill it out?
Look into the bubbles inside the bottle,
Trying to escape the narrow space,
That's how I would describe my feelings for you.

It will always be trapped but I can't let it out,
Shake me a little and pretty sure I'll burst out.
Will you catch me if I suddenly fall?
Knowing damn well that I'm vulnerable.

Does the soda tastes good or bad?
My bittersweet love cannot be compared to this red liquid,
But at least I know how the soda tastes like.
When can I taste your love?

© Midnight Rain