Cantaloupe

On the first day we fed you a star

A glowing mirror inside of a spoon

A tiny sun dancing like a raw egg

Reflections of you soft and blue girl

We're pulsing blue, blue to orange

Dripping fire music down your back

Floating up through your skin

White gardenias in your eyes

On the second day we drew streaks

Of lightning on your Tele

Fingers drip, dipped in paint

Of cantaloupe and licorice

We're pulsing blue, blue to orange

Dripping fire music down your back

Floating up through your skin

White gardenias in your eyes

On the third day you came back

Silver lace around your neck

Ankles wrists and around your hips

Reflections of you soft and blue girl

We're pulsing blue, blue to orange

Dripping fire music down your back

We're floating up out of your skin

White gardenias in your eyes

Eyes pulsing blue, blue to orange

Dripping fire music down your back

We're floating up out of your skin

White gardenias in your eyes