Moonlight riding on a silver rail,
I’m kissing stars, leave a comet trail;
heartbeat syncs to that disco glow,
gravity forgot me, watch me float.
Your touch is a countdown—three, two, one—
we lift off loud like a loaded gun;
spin the night in a neon haze,
love in orbit, going supernova blaze.
We’re levitating, no brakes, no ground,
forever up, never coming down.