if you were church, i'd get on my knees/confess my love, i'd know where to be/my sanctuary, you're holy to me

"I really like the idea of love as a violent act—not to the person that you love, but against the world. To say to somebody, ‘I love you; by extension, I hate all other things.’"

i would drive on, to the end with you / a liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full / and i feel like there's nothing left to do / but prove myself to you, and we'll keep it running / but this time, i mean it / i'll let you know just how much you mean to me / as snow falls on desert sky / until the end of everything