كلمات If there's a rocket tie me to it

Two weeks later 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 for an insight And I knew the the beat 'cause 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 of 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, oh 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 beats my cave