Any time I need to see your face,

I just close my eyes

And I am taken to a place where your crystal mind and

Magenta feelings take up shelter in the base of my spice

I don't need to try and explain; I just hold on tight

And if it happens again, I might move so slightly.

To the arms and the lips and the face of the human cannonball; That I

Need to , I want to,

Come stand a little bit close Breathe in and get a bit higher

You will never know what hit you,