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*