You Could Be Love - TV On The Radio

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