| Heart's Drum Look at me, see my pain, carved into my heart, by your love. The beat like a drum, the rythmatic pound of your fist, I want to let you in, but you're gone. Running through the walls, Running through your arms, Running through your heart, Chilling your bones, the ghost of your love; Forget me Love, I am nothing compared to you. So I'll go, and beat my drum, the drum of my heart, and beat the rhyme you beat for me, and I'll march on. March on. |