By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness
Who do I belong to? How come I mortgaged my being till I don't belong to myself? How come I sold my blood? And who now owns my indecisions, my hands, my private pain, my pride?
In the distance someone is singing.
Pale blind diver, luckless slinger, lost discoverer, in you everything sank!
I was the owner of my own darkness.
Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.