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• Artiste: Head North
• Titre: Pulse
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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