Your frame is a slender tree and hads two sprawling leaves your mouth a quiet dawn your hair waterfall your eyes stars astral light slow whispers of infinity that draw me closer to your body night by night and my love is a satellite Spinning. Spinning.
Your questions are impossible galaxies and moonlight flow angry tides and fallow lands and our universe expands your footprints are maps to me under sunlight speckled woods you feed me in the failing light a simple meal of gravity
and my love is a satellite Spinning... Spinning... You reached into space for me held my orbit evenly certain of infinity, but moons and comets die eventually and when we go, go in peace when our spirits go free and world's only grey quiet dawn in galaxy and my love is a satellite Spinning... Spinning... Spinning...
Your frame is a slender tree and hads two sprawling leaves your mouth a quiet dawn your hair waterfall your eyes stars astral light slow whispers of infinity that draw me closer to your body night by night and my love is a satellite Spinning. Spinning.
Your questions are impossible galaxies and moonlight flow angry tides and fallow lands and our universe expands your footprints are maps to me under sunlight speckled woods you feed me in the failing light a simple meal of gravity
and my love is a satellite Spinning... Spinning... You reached into space for me held my orbit evenly certain of infinity, but moons and comets die eventually and when we go, go in peace when our spirits go free and world's only grey quiet dawn in galaxy and my love is a satellite Spinning... Spinning... Spinning...
