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I couldn't see how lovers came to be
I'd boil up and seethe to the sky
then mon petit prince
you won me with your tricks
my little pisces fish from the bayou
air exchanged on all saints'
sleight of hand down my face
turned pursed lips into praying
and I'm brand new

there's moon in me
and sun burns in you
and we hang by stars in the night
I've a dimmer gleam
no, I can't be seen
'til I turn my face to your light

my my my
that wild honey pie
thought you'd try and fly a go-cart with wings
well you piloted that plane
straight through my hurricane
and nothing's been the same, I'm soaring
and when there's peril and plight
a siren song cut through the fight
we'll hold on oh so tightly
and let go lightly

there's moon in me
and sun burns in you
and we hang by stars in the night
I've a dimmer gleam
no, I can't be seen
'til I turn my face to your light