Different Pulses

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