I look around me
and the bird wears
a bright red vest.
I notice that the man
in the street wears red
close to his chest.
It is his heart and it is golden
It  has red passing through it
and there is a light he's holding.
It is a flame, a red flame
burning bright, it is red
The heart breaks with his tears
and shines like golden thread.
Who is to blame?
Everything turns to red.
When it is too hot to handle
Get out the kitchen he said