Two weeks later 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 'cause it matched your own beat
I still remember that from our chest to chest and feet to feet
The easy silence then was a sweet relief to this hush
Of oven aeroplanes and of distant car points.

fire a fire you can only take what you can carry
pulse your pulse it's the only thing I can remember
I break you don't I was always set to [bad word] 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 [bad word] my engine my own source of heat
The sea between us only the amplifies the sound waves
And every hum and echo in crash paints my cave

fire a fire you can only take what you can carry
pulse your pulse it's the only thing I can remember
I break you don't I was always set to [bad word] though
The fire the fire cracks and barks like primal music

La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la

fire a fire you can only take what you can carry
pulse your pulse it's the only thing I can remember
I break you don't I was always set to [bad word] though
The fire the fire it cracks and barks like primal music