Electric Lady - Beautiful Chaos

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

Electric Lady

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