If There's a Rocket, Tie It To Me
Two weeks later like a surplus reprieve,
I found a hair the length of yours on my sleeve
I wound it round and round my finger so tight
It turned purple and a pulse formed inside
And I knew the beat "cause it matched your own beat
I still remember that from our chest to chest and feet to feet
The easy silence then was a sweet relief to this hush
Of oven, aero planes, and distant car horns
Chorus:
A fire, a fire, you can only take what you can carry
A pulse, your pulse, it's the only thing that I can remember
I break, you don't, I was always set to self destruct, though
The fire, the fire, it cracks and barks like primal music
I said I knew the beat cause it matched your own beat
It's become my engine, my own source of heat
The sea between us only amplifies the sound waves
And every hum and echo in crash paints my cave