Dancing ‘round the parking lot; the earth spins under our feet
You twirl ‘bout your toes as the stars swirl over our tilted seas
Your head swinging back; the branches waltz by the leaves
You’re grinning at the sky and the wind in my lungs turns sweet
Your skin celebrates the sun, flushed, you're in bronze and gold
The fire in my blood creeps up my neck like something old
