Bittersweet Genesis for Him AND Her (Kishi Bashi)

In the beginning we were scrambled together 
mixed in a celestial bowl and hand fluffed with a feather 
and the tears of bliss were not amiss 
it was a good day 

the second day, we created the earth 
tickled in irony as we made love upon it's girth. 
and to our delight, the sun gave us the stars 

the creation of the moon was a miracle of light 
descended from the rift in the dark star of night 
my veins pulsed butter as it illuminated your thighs 

on the fourth day, we felt compelled to whistle. 
For how could we call the love birds to nestle 
and keep us company in this world anew and fresh? 

Today I paint to life, a portrait of the sacred friend, the perfect wife 
in synesthesia 
together we have filled the world with colored wine 
but the story nears the present time 
of restlessness and wake up calls 
wake up! 

Years have flown fast but then who's counting 
the wars have been won but there's few left standing between us 
and the shadows of christmas past 

critically acclaimed but sadly underrated 
fortune definitely favored us, but no one celebrated 
our wits were splitting at their ends... 

we gazed upon the city lights 
we each laughed aloud one final time and agreed: 
this is one thing we'll miss… 

and as we held our breath and forced our will 
the minutes stopped, the air was still 
and minds began to unlearn their faulted ways 

We blasted through the hills! 
they were the first to go, and the most painful so 
because we made them first when we learned to bleed 
with our fingers on the seeds that sowed in the dirt 
and then cried when we came in the glorious masterwork of life ending 
and beginning again 

we ignored the pleas of the forest and the seas 
as we scorched the earth with our tears… 
we burned them in fear 
until there's nothing left 
nothing left 
nothing, nothing left 
but us