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Beautiful Mess

Dragonflies spitting fire, lighting our cigarettes

summer nights swarm with stars we’re tired of counting

Endless dreams caught between this and something else

truth depends on the lens of the wearer

Ooh, something you said…

made a wake-up call to our beautiful mess

Ooh, this ringing in my head

it’s my wake-up call to our beautiful mess

It’s hard to breathe underneath all of this thick skin

broken hearts never part from the love they're feeling

Disarray, come what may, can never pay the rent

so, you want to make love or do you just want to talk about it

Well, I’m tired of fighting in this tidy little war that we’re in

better days are coming, my friend

Motus Music © 2006