Why would you swing Upon the thread, pulled free from a bed? Your neck is meant for kisses, Not the bruise from a rope. I want to hold you here, Beneath the showering storms, To shield you from both lightning and wind. Let me Take your tears, Obliterate your fears. Let us Drown in this sacred love, Fall over each other's limbs Where we play in the passion, Seated on thrones, High above, in Heaven. My love, Your depression is something else, Not for you, But for something else.