Your pulse is my electricity, your blood is my felicity,
You’re ten thousand leagues under the sea and I’m a brick, freely falling.
You’ll say “I think it’s beautiful, the way you laugh yourself to dreams,”
And I will kiss you, cause you’re the reason I am always-laughing me.
Hold my hand, I’ll hold on like you’re the dragon of my dreams,
Breathing fire, into my eyes and soul, that glows inside these blue-eye seas.