BeautyMotion

You had to learn You had to trace me All you really have to do is turn and face me This terminal velocity Chasing the wind, in a labyrinth all through the city If Your minds a storm, raining for roses, fall from the sky, like tears into smiles as we find new poses Bright lights form, from the radio storms, and it still moves Entropy spreads pushing heat from the rest, and it still moves Every star that is born is the same seven chords this time through Fusion thrusts turning light into dust, and it still moves And it becomes you