Swing down low, darling,
I can’t see you through this crowd.
All sucking each other dry, ravaging,
Weaving back and forth, and I’m blinded.
These lights, staggering me as I shield my eyes,
Searching for you while the pulse thumps continuously.
Filling the void in the atmosphere; no room to breathe.
Crawl low, sweetheart, and I’ll crawl lower,
On hands and knees, to tear through this crowd,
Just so I can hold you once again.
