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.