Your frame is a slender tree and hads two sprawling leaves 
 your mouth a quiet dawn 
 your hair waterfall your eyes stars 
 astral light slow 
 whispers of infinity that draw me 
 closer to your body night by night 
 and my love is a satellite 
 Spinning. 
 Spinning. 
 
 Your questions are impossible 
 galaxies and moonlight flow 
 angry tides and fallow lands 
 and our universe expands 
 your footprints are maps to me 
 under sunlight speckled woods 
 you feed me in the failing 
 light a simple meal of gravity
 
 and my love is a satellite Spinning... 
 Spinning... 
 You reached into space for me 
 held my orbit evenly certain of infinity, 
 but moons and comets die eventually and when we go, 
 go in peace when our spirits 
 go free and world's only grey quiet dawn in galaxy and my love is a satellite Spinning... Spinning... Spinning...