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