In a kiss I taste star dust
A super nova teaming within you
Through a glance I play out black holes in your pupils
Finally grasping what it is to return home-

-Fire soaring to lick at the domed painting that's repainted each night
Afflicting our compass rose as the grass
Lifts graciously to Heaven like God himself is runnning his hand through it
And his rain splatters all around the embers

Let me return you back home
Stumbling, fumbling for the door
Where God sleeps
And angels play
To clap our thunder
And stomp the rains
Onto this compass rose grass

I'll bring the false keys to keep us out forever
With your lips glazed a constellation
Moon speckled freckles across your back
And super massive black holes appearing in each blink
There's no need to be a part of God's Factory
Let's be held here in this space between
Compass rose grass arching to flow under our heels
And the sky bowing to us

Let me take you almost home
Where there's a hazy pink shadowing us
Allow me to escape capture
Gather the shameless beauty you hold and lay it over the horizon

And let me take you almost back to home-