(Steve Katz) 

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