Can you feel the wind/Of Venus on your skin?
Can you taste the crush/Of a sunset's dying blush?
Stars will always hang/In summer's bleeding vein
Seas forever boil/Trees will turn to soil
Can you feel the rings/Of Saturn on your fingers?
Can you taste the ghosts/Who shed their creaking hosts?
Seas forever boil/Trees will turn to soil
Stars will always hang/In summer's bleeding vein
