Don't let me down -
I think I've found the perfect place
In your arms.

From the time when the windows melt
Against the sky and I look out into
The horizon, overlooking the shadows
Of your shoulders on your cotton shirt.

Oh yes - the windows melt against the stars,
Like the way the sunlight melts against the
Clouds and strawberry ice creams drips
Onto your porcelain fingers, cold and sweet.

It's the snow melting against my long hair,
And the fragrance spinning around you -
Summer sunlight and citrus and green grass,
Soap and my senses craved every inch of your skin.

It was the meeting of the Earth spinning on it's
Axis, surrounded in a cloud of atmosphere,
It's a dream collapsed in liquid ice and fire lace,
While my eyes hang off the edges of reality.

Don't let me leave your arms -
They serve as my gravity.