Can it be

Can it be

can it be the feeling, when 
my heart hits the ceiling, 
can it be the thought of  friends with tears clogging when I look at the night sky 
Can it be the water in the vase, or the filler in the tooth 
Or hands over head, passion in the booth.
Can it be the glimmer in ours through the good and  bad, or how our iris's meet after the mad and sad
Switch the scene, can it be the the moment or the hurt from the looking back from the rear view as I drive away.