Red is my dress, pale is my skin And my heart is light raspberry pink It can forgive, it can forget The face of spring, the taste of bread The love in my eyes, the love in my ears The love on my skin, dripping like tears Love made you cry, love made you sin Love made you bleed, may blood make you sing The painter knows each shade of sunset As well as I know shades of red Red on the wall, red on the spear On Ginger's cheek, on Van Gogh's ear Love made you cry, love made you sin Love made you bleed, may blood make you sing Love made you cry, love made you sin Love made you bleed, may blood make you sing The painter knows each shade of sunset As well as I know shades of red Red on the wall, red on the spear On Ginger's cheek, on Van Gogh's ear Love made you cry, love made you sin Love made you bleed, may blood make you sing The painter knows each shade of sunset As well as I know shades of red Red on the wall, red on the spear On Ginger's cheek, on Van Gogh's ear