Different Pulses

My life is like a wound

I scratch so I can bleed

Regurgitate my words

I write so I can feed



And death grows like a tree

That's planted in my chest

Its roots are at my feet

I walk so it won't rest



Oh, Baby I am lost

Oh, Baby I am lost



I try to push the colors

Through a prism back to white

To sync our different pulses

Into a blinding light



And if love is not the key,

If love is not a key

I hope that I can find

A place where it could be



I know that in your heart there is an answer to a question

That I'm not as yet aware that I have asked

If that tree had not drunk my tears

I would have bled and cried for all the years

That I alone have let them pass



Oh, Baby I am yours

Oh, Baby I am yours

Oh, Baby I am yours

Oh, Baby I am yours