Two weeks late 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 to purple and a pulse formed inside

And I knew the beat since it matched your own beat
I still remember it from our chest to chest and feet to feet
The easy silence then was a sweet relief to this hush
Of ovens, aeroplanes and distant car horns

A fire a fire, you can only take what you can carry
A pulse your pulse, it´s the only thing 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
Every hum and echo and crash paints my cave.