M.I.A. - XXXO

Cold Kind of Warm Kind of Night

I love and so it's been said that I breathe.  I want to take you into the swelling mists of that imagination I've never dared to trespass.  What will we gain from this?  Is there any gain in love but to live in it?  I can handle these passions like water through a sieve, and I want you still.  Oh sweetheart, I never stopped wanting you and never..

Give me a glass of your emotions, and I will show you what the cup is for.