Petite Machine Kashmir

I could sink to the bottom of you,
with a stone on a chain,
without breathing in.
I could tell you and tell you again,
that there is only one,
though many have been.

Lie down, fall in,
pass out while I'm wide awake.
With the lights out,
you're in safe hands,
of that one man,
who can fix his petite machine.

You're not lonely in seconds of doubt,
and the doubt is in me,
next to sheer certainty.
Back and forth as it always has been,
and ever will be,
as long as we're not in between.

Lie down, fall in,
pass out while I'm wide awake.
With the lights out,
you're in safe hands,
of that one man,
who can fix his petite machine.