It's you.
You set fire to my soul.
You extinguish any trepidation.
You ignite passion in my veins.
You release me.
It's you.
It's you.
It's always been you.
It's the way my fingers scrape your skin.
It's how much you praise them.
It's the ambience without you.
It's you.
It's you,
Will you?
It's you.
Be you, for me.
Because it's always been you.
It's you.
