The Heart Stops
It doesn’t bother nor wake up
It doesn’t think or makeup –
It's mind, filled with link ups
What’s the point? It gives up
It tried and tried - now it stood up
It’s like poison that it threw up
The love song that it took off
The romantic movie that it switched off
The beautiful face that was a turn off
The love crime that is was full of
It’s the same thing we all talk of
It recognizes but it seems to pull off
Turns away – it’s like a rip off
The Heart Beats
It is a new thing
A new way or something
It meets someone and it says things
It’s not odd, it believe it’s communicating
It’s a new sort that it’s now sorting
A new song that it’s now singing
A new sight of things that it’s now seeing
It wakes up, it shines again
It makes up its mind again
Links become dates - its dating again
There is a point now, a reason to hide the pain
It’s not a poison, but a risk with hope again
Its not a rip off, its feels certain
The Heart Races
The track is fresh, the day is perfect
The mood is great, the terms are worth it
Love isn’t said yet but like doesn’t do it
No kisses just hugs, but neither wouldn’t nail it
What is love I never tried word searching it
I know that it’s sacred, I only know what sacred is
Its madness, its sane, its flawed, but perfect
It’s a good song on a bad stereo
It’s a canoe in the big pacific
It’s lost its found - it’s a tuck-tick in a deep pit
It’s a concert on an iPod, a desert in sand pit
It’s is such high hopes for something specific
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But becomes a summer day in an English weather.
Your dreams come through, but your dreams are nightmares.
Its repeats, just like before, before that, and yeah before that one.
Your back to your old ways but you dont even know it.
The Heart Stops
