It is interesting, to me, how one bit of lyrics can spawn very different ideas. When I gave a part of this song as a prompt, I chose this bit:

I remember that time that you told me
You said, “Love is touching souls”
Surely you touched mine
‘Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time

This spawned a fic focused on the first three lines, here, by Liana Mir.

My thoughts drifted toward the last couple lines, though, and were pulled in by a later part of the song to create my own piece.

“Go to him, stay with him if you can
But be prepared to bleed”

Oh but you are in my blood
You’re my holy wine
You’re so bitter, bitter and so sweet

Kabobbles Sing Along is just what I think when I hear songs. I sometimes see images when I hear lyrics, pictures or movies in my head. Sometimes I relate it to stories. My interpretation of the songs and lyrics are probably nothing like their original intent.