Maybe I could spill you till your full.
Maybe I could burn your ditches into wealth.
Maybe I could steal beauty into your soul.
Maybe I could whisper you into rushing.
Maybe I could pray away a need.
Maybe I could erase our story in stone.
Maybe I could follow my own misle[e]d.
Maybe I could strike water into some matches.
Maybe I could settle the storm in the sea.
Maybe I could dry out your emptiness.
Maybe I could find what you can't see.
Maybe I could tell you a silent film.
Maybe I could show you a sound.
Maybe I could point out a blunt kiss.
Maybe I could turn your lost into my found.
