i'm drawn in by your atoms, we're connected at the charge. and tomorrow when we wake up, i'll thumb your sunspot make-up. and reflect on the fact that your x's crossed my y's. we coast along at warp speed in this deep black sea. just shoreline's waste in a beachcomber's way. neon lights are no match for hale-bopp, but let's not go through heaven's gate just yet. because it's paradise over the weather, when it's you and me piloting spacecraft together.