i'm drawn in by your atoms, we're connected at the charge.
and tomorrow when we wake up, i'll thumb your sunspot make-up.
and reflect on the fact that your x's crossed my y's.
we coast along at warp speed in this deep black sea.
just shoreline's waste in a [bad word] s way.
neon lights are no match for hale-bopp, but let's not go through heaven's gate just yet.
because it's paradise over the weather, when it's you and me piloting spacecraft together.