I stretched my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grass
The sun beat between my shoulders like carnival drums
I sat still in hopes that it would help my wings grow
So then I could really be fly
And then she arrived
Like day break inside a railway tunnel
Like the new moon, like a diamond in the mines
Like high noon to a drunkard, sudden
She made my heart beat in a now-now time signature
Her skinny canvas for ultraviolet brushstrokes
She was the sun's painting
She was a deep cognac color
Her eyes sparkled like lights along the new city
She lips pursed as if her breath was too sweet
And full for her mouth to hold
I said, "You are the beautiful, the stress of mathematics."
I said, "For you, I would peel open the clouds like new fruit
And give you lightning and thunder as a dowry
I would make the sky shed all of it's stars, light and rain
And I would clasp the constellations across your waist
And I would make the heavens your cape
And they would be pleased to cover you
They would be pleased to cover you
May I please, cover you, please

Auteur: Mos Def

I stretched my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grass<br />The sun beat between my shoulders like carnival drums<br />I sat still in hopes that it would help my wings grow<br />So then I could really be fly<br />And then she arrived<br />Like day break inside a railway tunnel<br />Like the new moon, like a diamond in the mines<br />Like high noon to a drunkard, sudden<br />She made my heart beat in a now-now time signature<br />Her skinny canvas for ultraviolet brushstrokes<br />She was the sun's painting<br />She was a deep cognac color<br />Her eyes sparkled like lights along the new city<br />She lips pursed as if her breath was too sweet<br />And full for her mouth to hold<br />I said, "You are the beautiful, the stress of mathematics."<br />I said, "For you, I would peel open the clouds like new fruit<br />And give you lightning and thunder as a dowry<br />I would make the sky shed all of it's stars, light and rain<br />And I would clasp the constellations across your waist<br />And I would make the heavens your cape<br />And they would be pleased to cover you<br />They would be pleased to cover you<br />May I please, cover you, please - Mos Def




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