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Beautiful Mess


Dragonflies spitting fire, lighting our cigarettes

summer nights swarm with stars were 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

its my wake-up call to our beautiful mess


Its 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, Im tired of fighting in this tidy little war that were in

better days are coming, my friend


Motus Music 2006