You could say I surrender on all fours
To some bright holy light from above
You could bravely be the first to spill this vile demon's blood
Oh, you could, you could
You could keep your best reasons
In empty bottles, behind locked doors
You could be the contents of 100 tiny plastic bags
Emptied onto dirty kitchen tables
Oh, late night, late night

You could be love
You could be held so warm
In these arms
In these arms
You could be held aloft
So strong, So strong

You could be invited to invent a new whole language
Devoid of all its current deathly pain and suffering
You could be darkness
You could be so so dark
Forever folding in, folding in yourself
Totally disappearing
Still you could get lost

You could be love
You could be held so warm
In these arms
In these arms
You could be held aloft
So soft, So strong
*Humming and hollering noises*