Molecules
Ian Chang, Rafiq Bhatia, Ryan Lott
We danced until the bullets flew
Oh, how they made their way through you
Chance regarding nothing less
Than the steady praise of our molecules
We reasoned that the time would come
Of course
But it was still a thousand miles away
So, atmosphere received you, suddenly
The weight of your air
And absorbed the rising wail
Absorbed the rising wail
So, twist it now into a wind
Rush through your door to me again
Slip right through the holes that will remain
Made to take your molecules
And when I can hear again, I'll know
To listen for your sound
And when I can hear again, I'll know
To listen for your song
How many tomorrows gone?
How many tomorrows gone?
How many tomorrows gone?
I'll dance until the bullets fly
Steady praise of my molecules