Affine Transformation

[Verse 1]
I'm nothing more than a molecular dance floor
I'm a canvas of cubist lines
Demagnification, affine transformation
A pretty pattern in your design

[Verse 2]
Styrofoam for muscle, common objects for organs
Unfolding thoughts that decompose
Outward radiation, total dissipation
I gently tumble in your undertow

[Chorus]
Our love is young, our love is old
From tin pond reeds to tall oak trees
Our love is light and shadow

[Verse 3]
Rhythmic detail, asymmetric proportions
Graphically too even-toned
Bits of information used for decoration
A work of art made of sticks and stones

[Chorus]
Our love is high, our love is low
From saw-toothed peaks to fragile reefs
Our love is light and shadow

[Verse 4]
Basic integration, infinite summation
Corners bending in a perfect arc