Crimson

I don't even know her

But she's coming over

Crimson and Clover

My minds such a sweet thing

I wanna do everything

I wish I could know her

But it's already over

Crimson and Clover

He was the golden haired Apollo, amongst the Jazz crazy

A dreamy Keats with a passion to dance

He was the one you noticed in the crowd

The lonely one

We lived in a world of beautiful plans, and golden delusions

Crimson and clover (Over and over)