Moving Machine

[Verse 1] Circles, turning shapes upon a sphere Working a pendulum swing On the edge of a hollow twisted ring Making patterns in the clouds [Verse 2] Buried a waterfall in your shoulder Carried your body along the Sing about watching the moon go foreign And making patterns in the water [Verse 3] My love, the rising of your chest Watching moving machine Carry warm breath into flight And making patterns in your skin [Outro] And making light move Across a surface