33, 33
Traces of skin
Honey oblivion
A gate
Slim gate
She wears snake skin
Has blue jeans on
The floor and I walk toward

My wings grew heavy in the light
The years remember themselves in the swing of reaction
In the spring of our actions
A haze that lifts for a second

33, 33
Traces of skin
Honey oblivion
A gate
Slim gate
She wears snake skin
Has blue jeans
The apple has a storm inside

The fire oblivion
To whom we aspire
Weeps for us
When we bite
Two embers
That dance on up
Heavenly wind
Just dance on up
Heavenly wind
Just dance on up
Just dancing on a heavenly wind
Just dancing on a heavenly wind
You are dancing on a heavenly wind
Just dancing on a heavenly wind
Dancing on a heavenly wind
Dancing on a heavenly wind
Just dancing on a heavenly wind

In us star dust then
Etched forward in molten light
And when we bite
Two embers
Will weep for us
Two embers
In us
In heaven
Heaven