Tongue in a loop in an imminent space
Eschaton
When you lay down your love then everybody out there comes around
Notarizing our thoughts at the door of the teal palace, mezzanine floor
You can't look away, no you can't turn around
We're just standing right here, we're just standing around
Mirrored center, panned around the lake to recognize our reflection
Pull it from under the quasar
While I listen, while I sit here, your love circles around Mahesh
I can feel the sunrise