Signs of a temperature rise spread across your face
And in an instant you know what Love is like.


When the skin colors crimson and rose,
And it burns your eyes,
As it crawls on your face

In disguise as this thing called Blush.

Underneath our clothes

We are just heart and bone-
The rest is empty space,
But, we can fill it,

When from the inside we grow like Butterflies

And the skin colors crimson and rose,

And it burns your eyes,
As it crawls on your face
In disguise as this thing called Blush.


Don't rush me now.
I could stay this way all day.


It's all on the skin-
When it colors crimson and rose,

And it burns your eyes,
As it crawls on your face
In disguise as this thing

That comes up rushing Love to the head-
It's nothing more than proof we're alive-
We are in orbit-

And with blood-red cheeks,
I could break at the seams
And the insides of me

Could float on above everything.