“Eyes are the windows to your soul” And while that may be true I see an entire doorway When I look into you Corridors full of art Leading to eternal sunshine I see a friendly door With a welcome home sign.
In the morning under a sky so rudely gray I sneak off into a cab While you smoke your worries away We are kinda the same But we also kinda different Like night and day I see you and you kidnap gravity From underneath me
Why do you always smell so earthy Like a forest When You trippy like an alien I feel our souls are rooted subterranean Your kiss ignites Something in the air You are fine powdered Uranium In other words, a snack