It could suck you dry.
It could make you feel untouchably high.
It could drop you to your knees.
It could do nothin but simply please.
It could smother you free.
It could close your eyes and force you to see.
It could be you and me as one.
It could blind you from the strength
of the sun.
It could be it, as you know, it could be a deep breath
you slowly blow.
It depends on you as one.