You see music was her drug of choice.
Her favourite drug …
I would be her pusher!
I would provide the fuel that fired her imagination, the engines to her shuttle,
Transporting her soul,
On trips across the stars.
Maybe, just maybe even to heaven.
I would be her pusher, hoping she wouldn’t overdose on the product.For as long as i could, I would push to her.
See, I wanted to push her,
Into a parallel universe where …
She and I were …
One and the same
Flying high off our opium.
I wanted to be the rhythm to which she danced.
The sounds which gave wings to her soul.
I wanted to Be the music …