It beats through time, it weeps, it falls.
A cold silent look, the sorrow of the thoughts.
The harshness of each touch, it bleeds for it.
It bleeds though we can't see its sea.
When kneeling before time, it beats through my mouth, it flies, it lies, it wipes all hope in my eye.
It pains me and rages through me but gives me passion to live.
I may turn cold each time you renounce mine, but I'll burn and burn each time yours beats for me.