Scorpio Falling

Birds are dropping from the sky

In the garden where I hide

The men hunt the buffalo

Cause the stars tell them so

Woman carries her child

Horses fall in the wild

Electric fingertips

Make the earth and sky kiss

Nature swallows the bride

And the sun doesn’t rise

Groom knows it could be better

As the planets crash together

Scorpio’s falling

A new night is calling

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