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