Molecules

We danced until the bullets flew Oh, how they made their way through you Chance regarding nothing less Than the steady praise of our molecules We reasoned that the time would come Of course, but It was still a thousand miles away So the atmosphere received Suddenly, the weight of your air And absorbed the rising wail Absorbed the rising wail So twist it now into the wind Rush through your door to me again Slip right through the holes That will remain Made to take your molecules And when I can hear again, I'll know To listen for your sound And when I can hear again, I'll know To listen for your song How many tomorrows gone? How many tomorrows gone? How many tomorrows gone? I'll dance until the bullets fly Steady praise of my molecules