In the midst of a lover's crisis <br />The little red balloon may never make it to heaven <br />A pinup doll beyond her worth is sinking like a ship <br />As the sun rises in the morning <br />Twisted mind games can't conceive valuable reasons <br />The walls are made of stone <br />And behind every wall there is a different past <br />Shadows run for miles and miles <br />Until a human soul is found <br />Yet I would sell my soul on the corner <br />For a classic AC/DC album <br />A rare gem that sparkles in the eye of the beholder <br />The streets are so dirty and cold <br />Like the hearts of the unknown <br />No one seems to care except the living dead <br />I will not let my conscience rest <br />Until I find me a house on a hill <br />Destiny whistles a familiar tune <br />Someday I will shine <br />As the fate of a pinup doll may turn fatal <br />She screams and pulls her hair <br />As if she knows she's going to die <br />Oh what a beautiful chaos she claims to be <br />Tomorrow is not promised to anyone <br />So I stare at the sky <br />And wonder where heaven really is <br />The little red balloon has disappeared <br />In the midst of a lover's crisis.<br /><br />Electric Lady<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beautiful-chaos-2/
