Meagan´s Gyspy eyes
The lyres surround me
Purple drops of rain
The sun shone around me
Death that clouds her life

Will be forever
[Thee?] Is loved
Yet cannot love, not never
Mystic thoughts of love
And her´s completely
Taught her how to run
Though not discreetly
Meagan´s not as old
As she´d like to think she´s young
Sophisitcated dreams
Are as plastic as the songs
She has sung
Likes to think she´s hung up on herself
And aren´t you lucky?
Meagan´s Gypsy eyes
The lyres surround me
Purple drops of rain
The sun shone ´round me