I've never seen eyes in total eclipse
Or mannerisms become profound
I thought lightning striking a myth
Until she turned around
Then I knew
Poets sometimes talk to angels
And afterwards try to write about
But the event's so filled with signs
It overwhelms human minds
She's just flinging hurricanes
Dry-eyed and surrounded by rain
She doesn't know the power of winds
Doesn't know she got to me
With a simple little spin
Jupiter's been here all summer long
With Sol in clear blue skies
They're two dots high in the heavens
With ways to connect the lines
Maybe it sounds too mystical
Vague and fused with psychology
Synapses mapped to natal charts
And coded to cosmology
transients - Constellations 1 Lyrics
transients - Constellations 1 Lyrics
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I've never seen eyes in total eclipse
Or mannerisms become profound
I thought lightning striking a myth
Until she turned around
Then I knew
Poets sometimes talk to angels
And afterwards try to write about
But the event's so filled with signs
It overwhelms human minds
She's just flinging hurricanes
Dry-eyed and surrounded by rain
She doesn't know the power of winds
Doesn't know she got to me
With a simple little spin
Jupiter's been here all summer long
With Sol in clear blue skies
They're two dots high in the heavens
With ways to connect the lines
Maybe it sounds too mystical
Vague and fused with psychology
Synapses mapped to natal charts
And coded to cosmology
Or mannerisms become profound
I thought lightning striking a myth
Until she turned around
Then I knew
Poets sometimes talk to angels
And afterwards try to write about
But the event's so filled with signs
It overwhelms human minds
She's just flinging hurricanes
Dry-eyed and surrounded by rain
She doesn't know the power of winds
Doesn't know she got to me
With a simple little spin
Jupiter's been here all summer long
With Sol in clear blue skies
They're two dots high in the heavens
With ways to connect the lines
Maybe it sounds too mystical
Vague and fused with psychology
Synapses mapped to natal charts
And coded to cosmology
Writer: Greg Tart
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