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