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.