| Song | Crimson Red |
| Artist | Holiday Parade |
| Album | Living Like James Dean |
| I'm constantly surrounded by a feeling | |
| It came swirling down and crawled beneath my sheets. | |
| It followed me out to the car and to the park | |
| She said, "You always make me shake" | |
| I think I found something amazing, | |
| Now it's your turn to amaze me. | |
| You paint the sky a crimson red | |
| You bring the stars to life right from your bed | |
| You always make me feel like July | |
| And I wonder why sometimes. | |
| We'll lay up on your roof at night | |
| And watch the shooting stars fly by. | |
| I'll tell you "Someday I'll take you there" | |
| I love the pretty songs you sing, | |
| The way you bring me to my knees | |
| With your paralyzing voice. | |
| Take my words and your time | |
| I'm feeling empty but I was blind | |
| You let the radio play… | |
| Our love's deep like the seas | |
| I face the waves as your currents drown me, | |
| You sweep me away... |
| I' m constantly surrounded by a feeling | |
| It came swirling down and crawled beneath my sheets. | |
| It followed me out to the car and to the park | |
| She said, " You always make me shake" | |
| I think I found something amazing, | |
| Now it' s your turn to amaze me. | |
| You paint the sky a crimson red | |
| You bring the stars to life right from your bed | |
| You always make me feel like July | |
| And I wonder why sometimes. | |
| We' ll lay up on your roof at night | |
| And watch the shooting stars fly by. | |
| I' ll tell you " Someday I' ll take you there" | |
| I love the pretty songs you sing, | |
| The way you bring me to my knees | |
| With your paralyzing voice. | |
| Take my words and your time | |
| I' m feeling empty but I was blind | |
| You let the radio play | |
| Our love' s deep like the seas | |
| I face the waves as your currents drown me, | |
| You sweep me away... |