Testo Orange Monarch Butterflies

I watch you pull a smile upon red lips, think of breakfast in bed, stare at my hips.
You wanted a song about god, well my love, here it is! Morning pops like fired glass upon all of this...

I can. I can see taste it now.
I can. I can kiss you now.
My eyes, are now seeing skin.
My brain, will begin to think...
I watch you pull a smile upon red lips, think of breakfast in bed, stare at my hips.
You wanted a song about god, well my love, here it is! Morning pops like fired glass upon all of this...

Orange Monarch Butterflies crash upon your skin!
Turning flesh to heat to poems we begin
to wake up on a sheet,
covered in the vintage leaves.
Clarity is a simple morning.
Hot rain has ignited
everything.