Shaolin Monk MotherFunk

Follow my love, follow my love

Drop into, drop into

Drop into this or I’ll be swinging it solo

Drop into this, drop into this

Drop into this or I'll be swinging it solo

The lines on your palm cry out to be cloaked

With the steady compass of my own

My constellations burn to be strung to yours

Almighty dot to dot

So drop into this, so drop into this

So drop into this or I’ll be swinging it solo

So drop into this, honey help me swim right through this

So drop into this or I'll be swinging it solo

In this heat don’t doubt, I own the hour

White ochre shower

Howling as it falls to find the form

Of dust once more

As time fleets, don’t tire, your hands in mine

As time fleets, don’t tire, your hands in mine

As time fleets, don’t tire, your hands in mine

As time fleets, don’t tire, your hands in mine

So drop into this, so drop into this

So drop into this or I’ll be swinging it solo

So drop into this, honey help me swim right through this

So drop into this or I'll be swinging it solo