Molecules

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 the atmosphere received
Suddenly, the weight of your air
And absorbed the rising wail
Absorbed the rising wail

So twist it now into the 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