In the beginning we were scrambled together
Mixed in a celestial bowl and hand fluffed with a feather
And the tears of bliss were not amiss
It was a good day
The second day, we created the earth
Tickled in irony as we made love upon its girth
And to our delight, the sun gave us the stars
The creation of the moon was a miracle of light
Descended from the rift in the dark star of night
My veins pulsed butter as it illuminated your thighs
On the fourth day, we felt compelled to whistle
For how could we call the love birds to nestle
And keep us company in this world anew and fresh?
Today I paint to life, a portrait of the sacred friend, the perfect wife
In synesthesia
Together we have filled the world with colored wine
But the story nears the present time
Of restlessness and wake up calls
Wake up
Wake up!
Years have flown fast but then who's counting
The wars have been won but there's few left standing between us
And the shadows of Christmas past
Mixed in a celestial bowl and hand fluffed with a feather
And the tears of bliss were not amiss
It was a good day
The second day, we created the earth
Tickled in irony as we made love upon its girth
And to our delight, the sun gave us the stars
The creation of the moon was a miracle of light
Descended from the rift in the dark star of night
My veins pulsed butter as it illuminated your thighs
On the fourth day, we felt compelled to whistle
For how could we call the love birds to nestle
And keep us company in this world anew and fresh?
Today I paint to life, a portrait of the sacred friend, the perfect wife
In synesthesia
Together we have filled the world with colored wine
But the story nears the present time
Of restlessness and wake up calls
Wake up
Wake up!
Years have flown fast but then who's counting
The wars have been won but there's few left standing between us
And the shadows of Christmas past
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