The Sun -- Emily Demaio

The Sun 

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Falling in love is so much more than skin and flesh
Falling in love is the grass under my feet in a May heat wave
The final stroke of the paintbrush, looking down at a disfigured landscape and calling it yours Windows down, the trees breathing with my lungs
We make the perfect chord progression, magnetic hearts beating in sync

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My mind stays hydrated by the thought of you
Two souls intertwined in a galaxy of heartache
I wanna walk the world with you, missing the cracks in the pavement

Existential vertigo dissolves in a pool of your essence
You are the sun, the galaxy at your feet