My lids are heavy, sealed in the velvet night... Yet I perceive you, bathed in a different light... Lines of emerald trace the curve of your brow... Shades of pink and silver, rising here and now... I reach out, and my fingers learn the language of your face... A cartography of spirit, in this hallowed space... We shine... we shine... In the ink of the void, your golden pulse is mine... Through the touch, we hear... through the skin, we see... Building a world of brilliance, just for you and me... We shine... we shine... Down the column of your neck, where the sapphire glows... To the chest, a rhythmic drum, where the crimson flows... Hips of obsidian, legs of a shimmering white... My palms are your eyes, drinking in the sight... I feel the heat of your feet, the strength of your back... Prisms of colour blooming, where the world was black... We shine... we shine... In the ink of the void, your golden pulse is mine... Through the touch, we hear... through the skin, we see... Building a world of brilliance, just for you and me... We shine... we shine... Now the shoulders... now the arms... now the hands... Searching for the borders of our private lands... They are feeling me, seeing me, hearing me too... Every nerve a witness, everything is true... The spectrum is complete, the spectrum is us... Bound in the silence, in the holy dust... We shine... we shine... In the ink of the void, your golden pulse is mine... Through the touch, we hear... through the skin, we see... Building a world of brilliance, just for you and me... We shine... we shine... We shine...
