You could be my favourite taste to touch my tongue.
I know someone who could serve me, love, but it wouldn’t fill me up.
You could have my favourite face and favourite name.
I know someone who could play the part but it wouldn’t be the same.
No it wouldn’t be the same as with you.
You could be my favourite place
I’ve ever been.
I got lost in your willingness to dream within the dream.
You could be my favourite faded fantasy,
I’ve hung my happiness upon what it all could be.
What it all could be with you.
You could hold the secrets that save me from myself.
I could love you more than love could, all the way from hell.
You could be my poison, my cross, my razor blade.
I could love you more than life, if I wasn’t so afraid.
Of what it all could be with you.
I ain't never loved like you.
