A butterfly can bring us rain.
Journalists with negative views.
Seems only angels bring good news.
Look at me emotionally broke.
My bank account is newly choked.
I’m riding high on waves of misery.
Needing more of life’s chemistry.
Love is as old as the Babylonian constellations.
The mirror in my ‘scope is missing a Contessa’s reflection.
She is out there but she ain’t coming in my direction.
Love is as old as the Babylonian constellations
You said your piece, got angry
I let you have your say.
In the end I made it easy.
For you to walk away.
…Walk away
…Walk away
Love is as old as the Babylonian constellations.
The mirror in my ‘scope is missing a Contessa’s reflection.
She is out there but she ain’t coming in my direction.
Love is as old as the Babylonian constellations.
© CTM 18/06/02
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