Red, Red, Red

from Fiona Apple's Extraordinary Machine

I don't understand about complimentary colors
And what they say
Side by side, they both get bright
Together, they both get gray
But he's been pretty much yellow
And I've been kind of blue
But all I can see is red, red, RED, RED, RED now
What am I gonna do
I don't understand about diamonds
And why men buy them
What's so impressive about a diamond
except the mining
But it's dangerous work
Trying to get to you, too
And I think, if I didn't have to kill, kill, KILL, KILL, KILL
KILL myself doing it
Maybe I wouldn't think so much of you.
-I've been watching all the time
And I still can't find the tack
But what I want to know, is
Is it ok; is it just fine
-Or is it my fault; is it my lack
I don't understand about
The weather outside
Or the harmony in a tune
Or why somebody lied
-But there's solace, a bit in submitting
To the fitfully, cryptically true
-What's happened has happened,
What's coming is already on its way
With a role for me to play
And I don't understand; I'll never understand
-But I'll try to understand
-There's nothing else I can do.