Two weeks late 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 formed inside

And I knew the beat since 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 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 though

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 paints my cave.