Album: Heartcore
My heart, slow down.
Won't you beat a little slower?
But don't stop. No.
Never end the hunting.
The hours catch me
naked and wondering what to do next.
Hey 'cos there is so much time to kill,
and so many holes to fill with anything, something.
Don't run!
You see, I'm lost without your rhythm!
Don't run!
'cos you see I'm lost without your rhythm.
My heart don't know
that even the fastest get older
and the clock
will count down the hours to minutes to seconds.
The rushin', my heart.
Look under the bed for all those moments.
Oooh but there are none, no,
no there's nothing to paste or to paint over now.
My heart, believe that there's no reason
to increase that pulse
into running horses.
Don't make me slip and lose that feeling
of a few seconds' immortality.
My heart, believe that there's no reason
to increase that pulse
into running horses.
Don't make me slip and lose that feeling
of a few seconds' immortality.
My heart, believe that there's no reason
to increase that pulse
into running horses.
Don't make me slip and lose that feeling
of a few seconds' - hey - immortality.
Oh, my heart, believe that there's no reason
to increase that pulse
into running horses.
Don't make me slip and lose that feeling
of a few seconds' - hey - sweet immortality.
Oh, my heart! Believe that there is no reason
to increase that pulse into running horses!
Don't make me
slip and lose that feeling
of a few seconds of sweet immortality.
No, don't run! No, no,
'cos you see I'm lost without your rhythm!
Don't run! No, no.
You see, I'm lost without your rhythm!
Don't run!
'cos you see, I'm lost without your rhythm!
Don't run!
You see, I'm lost without your rhythm!
Don't run!
No.
You see, I'm lost without your rhythm...