My life is like a wound I scratch so I can bleed
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Regurgitate my words, I write so I can feed
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And Death grows like a tree that's planted in my chest
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Its roots are at my feet, I walk so it won't rest
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Oh, Baby I am Lost...
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I try to push the colors through a prism back to white
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To sync our different pulses into a blinding light
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And if love is not the key. If love is not a key.
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I hope that I can find a place where it could be
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I know that in your heart there is an answer to a question
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That I'm not as yet aware that I have asked
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And if that tree had not drunk my tears
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I would have bled and cried for all the years
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That I alone have let them pass
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Oh, Baby I am yours...
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Different Pulses
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| Asaf Avidan |
