Phenomenons

I'm in a clear room

Everything is making sense

Touch me first touch me once, but

I just want to hang out

I know you might be confused

Copperheads soar through my gloom

Every time you come over here I smile

Like humming dirigibles

I've always needed you

Across the landscapes of my body

You put me in the mood

A galaxy plateau shooting through

Oh you're growing from the ground off the old town

How can your love be real?

Every motion moves away from gold

But you're not afraid to claim what's yours

Never leave your book out in the cold

How can your love be real?

Every motion moves away from gold