Blue Sky

Spin around, baby. Spin around.
I'll lift you from the dewy ground.
Spin your dress, the air is free.
I'll watch it fall about your knees.

This is a meadow, but you're not a flower.
Nor some Rapunzel in a tower.
Your lips are not a destination.
No, your future is an open invitation.

Spin around me, baby. My electron.
Butterfly about your proton.
Later we'll think of climbing the hill.
Take my hand and slow to still
- just for a moment, baby, slow to still.