"You Could Be Love" lyrics
"You Could Be Love"
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
You could keep all your best reasons
In empty bottles behind locked doors
You could be the contents of 100 tiny plastic bags
Emptied on to dirty kitchen tables
Oh late night
Late night
You could be love
You could be held so warm
In these arms
You could be held aloft
So soft
So strong
You could be invited to invent anew
Our language
Devoid of its current damning
Pain and suffering
You could be darkness
You could be so dark
Forever folding in
Folding in on self
And still you could get along
You could be love
You could be held so warm
In these arms
You could be held aloft
So soft
So strong
Writer(s): David Sitek, Babatunde Adebimpe
- AZLyrics
- T
- TV On The Radio Lyrics
album:
"Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes" (2004)
You May Also Like
The Bravery - "An Honest Mistake" People
They don't mean a thing to you
They move right through you
Just like your breath
But sometimes
I still think of you
And I just wanted to
Just wanted you to know
My old friend...
I...
The xx - "Islands" I don't have to leave anymore
What I have is right here
Spend my nights and days before
Searching the world for what's right here
Underneath and unexplored
Islands and cities I have looked
Here I...
LCD Soundsystem - "Call The Police" We all, we all, we all, we all know this is nothing
We all, we all, we all, we all know this is nothing
We all, we all, we all, we all know this is nothing
This is nowhere
We all, we all, we all, we...
Modest Mouse - "Bukowski" Woke up this morning, and it seemed to me
That every night turns out to be
A little bit more like Bukowski
And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read
But God, who'd wanna be
God, who'd wanna be such an...
The Arcs - "Put A Flower In Your Pocket" The city street is hot
The heat is escalating
Every corner in the town
There's a paycheck waiting
Put a flower in your pocket
If you seem them boy, you drop it
And you run, run
They may pretend...