If I took you darlin’ to the caverns of my heart, would you light the lamp dear? Would you light the lamp, dear, and see fish without eyes, bats with their heads hanging down towards the ground? Would you still come around? I believe in you, in your honesty in your eyes, even when I’m sloshing in the muck of my demise. A large part of me is always and forever tied to the lamp light of your eyes.
Laura Veirs - “Spelunking”