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