Her cheeks washed up by watercolor
I'll blush back in a few
Her waistline's orbit morphs to the rythm
And her freckles align with the moon
It's freezing out in our timespace
I can't say that about you
Flowering season's in bloom
Your perfume's forming anew
Rumpofsteelskin or a steelscale
Her limbs shaped like a fish tail
We're in a liquid state with our fins keepin up with the waves
Reciprocity of our verges plays us back on the loop
See, there aint nothing better to do than give in to the revolution
Spin up
Stomp your feet
Rotate
My mind bends like spacetime around her waist
She's morphin
From the sunset till the early morning
Babe, hold on for a while
Just to help those stars align
Astrological fates rewritten with every single move we make
Constellations trippin on the grid of a rythm
Above the line of your gemini eyes
There's a third star pullin it up
Shapes reach out from the backdrop
Faces morph - you're way too close
Pices turn to scorpios in the night's aquarium
Constellations trippin on the grid of the rythm
Virgo, Sagittarius
She's a piscean with a hasty bump in the age of aquarius
Dziabbbabab aaa
Shapes reach out from the background eeee
Constellations trippin on the grid of a rythm
Above the line of your gemini eyes There's a third star pullin it up