Pink, green and silver
Careful maneuvers
Slow motion, mid-air

You spilling into me
Blood spinning inwardly
We are two-liter tornadoes
We are marrying ketchup bottles

In a bubble
In a bubble with you
In a bubble
With the light coming through

The dust in your locket
The sage in my pocket
To Clear Weather we’ll send
Everything that crumbles in a box
Tied on to a rocket

You’re staying over
My wait is over
You’re staying over
My wait is over