Pulse - Head North

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