Different Pulses کے بول

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... 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 And 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...