كلمات Pulse

I feel a pulse that's beating Meteors invade my wrists Something's coming, I need it Good I know it is I see the bamboo waving Out the winter screen Of the house that I'll sell Oh, I wish you well I seek I seek Hear the airplane flying Roaring January blue Above a world that's dying And a world that's new I feel a pulse that's beating Meteors invade my wrists Something's coming I need it Good I know it is It's good It's good I know it's good