Pink, green and silver Careful maneuvers Slow motion, mid-air You spilling into me Blood spinning inwardly We are two-liter tornadoes We are marrying ketchup bottles In a bubble In a bubble with you In a bubble With the light coming through The dust in your locket The sage in my pocket To Clear Weather we’ll send Everything that crumbles in a box Tied on to a rocket You’re staying over My wait is over You’re staying over My wait is over