Trips to Saturn with stops on the moon,
The only one to burst this cocoon,
With butterflies that fly like,
Spaceships
Above and it's you to blame for these trips,
Without a drug,
Just symptoms of a love bug.
With fever and hallucinations,
Of us together ruling a nation,
Your name scattered in the city lights,
And the stars which spell out my love
For you so bright,
My head's a buzz with what it could be,
Oh how I wish you could know me.