Your Beating Heart

Beauty picks me up than throws me to the floor

I may never know what i was searching for,

like a begger on my knees, never knowing what i now believe

like a drug I took the walk back to your door,

I had had enough but I always want more

there was something I was needing..........

Something you were keeping.......and than with the rest of my days before me

I broke down and fell asleep

to your beating heart , your beating heart, your beating heartIn the worst of all the best times we have shared,

through a sea of every now forgotten tear,

you would look me in the eye so afraid to ask me," why?"but i knew you were the star that shines for me,

and i had already planned to set us free,

and in the black of the night i would ask you to be mine.