Mr. Confused

Mr confused

sitting in the hotel bar

whether cup of whisky or wine

its burning too hot in my throat to say,

I am fine

love is so hard for us to define

so we draw a line

so we’re fine

is it true is it right is it love

Mr. confused

Is it right is it true is it love

Mr. confused

walking in the busy street where we use to be

I know you’re in the city but out of reach from me

like stars that scatter in the galaxy

though I never leave

we’ll never be

is it true is it right is it love

Mr. confused

Is it right is it true is it love

Mr. confused