Your Beating Heart

Beauty picks me up then throws me to the floor;

I may never know what I was searching for.

Like a beggar on my knees,

Never knowing what I now believe.

Like a drug, I took the walk back to your door;

I had had enough, but I always want more.

There was something I was needing,

Something you were keeping.

And there, with the rest of my days before me,

I broke down and fell asleep,

To your beating heart, your beating heart, your beating heart.

In the worst of all the best times that we shared,

Through a sea of every now forgotten tear;

You would look me in the eye,

So afraid to ask me,"Why?"

But I knew you were the star that shines for me,

And I had already planned to set us free;

And in the black of the night,

I would ask you to be mine.

And then, with the rest of my days before me,

I broke down and fell asleep,

To your beating heart, your beating heart, your beating heart.