Pulse

Pulsing veins like a teenage drum
And you hold me down with that salt skin tongue
Folding frame under setting sun
I can taste those words
I can hear her come

Call my name like I knew you would
And I come back down like a good boy should
No more passion, silent fashion
Running low on love to ration

“Why’s nothing feel the same?” I hear you
You keep saying shit like I don’t know
“My Heaven was a day.” I feel you
You keep saying shit like I don’t know

Haunt my dreams from a flash of life
That day long waiting til abandoned light
Crying to a satellite, peeling back my skin
Found your fingers underneath it
Shaping what's within

Pulsing veins like a teenage drum
And you hold me down with that salt skin tongue
Found heaven’s name in a carnal plunge
Now I hold you up like some banner crutch

“Why’s nothing feel the same?” I hear you
You keep saying shit like I don’t know
“My Heaven was a day.” I feel you
You keep saying shit like I don’t know

I don’t need to sell my soul
She’s already in me