Because East Of My City...

Before I ask you for your heart,
Let me ask you for your forgiveness.
- I shouldn't of asked you to fly.
God is an audience,
So I can't have you to myself above the clouds.
When it comes to you I'm selfish.
And to him I'm nothing but ill company,
sent to plummet below the heavens,
because when he asked me to,
I had refused to make love to the Sun.
I'd rather birth my light with you.
And fill your heart with the florescence angels dance upon,
Because before I stole away from the sky,
my lips took a piece of heaven with them.
I'll tear the hues out of skies for you if you'd ask.
Because I know more than anything,
You'll hold me down;
and I never knew before you how to embrace gravity.
Saturn's rings belong on your finger.
I've learned to be Atlas,
the architect of my shoulder blades,
arched them perfectly,
to carry heavens up on my back.
So if God rejects us,
you could build your own atop of me.
Read me like sheet music,
Hold me close,
and dance to my song.
We'll let the lyrics write themselves.