Jupiter Music.

Art consists of limitation. The most beautiful part of every picture is the frame.

Study it.
Hydrogen in our veins, it cannot hold itself, my blood is boiling And the pressure in our bodies that echoes up above, it is exploding And our particles that burn it is all because they yearn for each other And although we stick together, it seems that we are estranging one another An atom to atom, can you feel it on me love? A pattern to pattern, can you see it on me love? Atom to atom, what’s the matter with me love? Strangeness and Charm The static from your arms, it is the catalyst. You’re a chemical that burns. There is nothing like this. It’s the purest element, but it’s so volatile. An equation heaven sent—a drug for angels. Strangeness and Charm

Hydrogen in our veins, it cannot hold itself, my blood is boiling
And the pressure in our bodies that echoes up above, it is exploding
And our particles that burn it is all because they yearn for each other
And although we stick together, it seems that we are estranging one another

An atom to atom, can you feel it on me love?
A pattern to pattern, can you see it on me love?
Atom to atom, what’s the matter with me love?

Strangeness and Charm

The static from your arms, it is the catalyst.
You’re a chemical that burns. There is nothing like this.
It’s the purest element, but it’s so volatile.
An equation heaven sent—a drug for angels.

Strangeness and Charm