one hundred eighty degrees
Dragonfly, black and blue
Colors of, special hues
Blue so blue that it looks black.
And black so black that it looks blue
Lookin' for that what you lack
It's been dropped down a bottomless crack.
What’s this world coming to?
Serious loving turns you black and blue.
Times it hurts.
Times it doesn’t.
Times you wish that you wasn’t.
Some lies turn out to be true.
Sometimes a lie would of been better for you.
Some lies are better left unearthed.
How many truths is a good lie worth?
What’s this world coming to?
Serious loving turns you black and blue.
Sometimes no matter what you do
You can’t figure out what’s best for you.
Left is right but right is wrong.
It’s hard to get where you belong.
You’ve traveled long but you’re no closer.
Flashing lights spell out poker.
You fold ace-high to a king-high bluff.
Sometimes it’s just too plain tough.
What’s this world coming to?
Serious loving turns you black and blue.
Insides out and round and round,
Forwards and backwards, up and down.
When you add up all the angles
We’re all beggars that say, “Please”,
Spinning in a world that’s off
By one hundred eighty degrees.