Across the street, the river runs
down in the gutter life is slipping away
Let me still exist in another place,
running undercover of a helicopter blade.
The flames are getting higher, ineffigy
burning down the bridges of my memory
love may still be alive somewhere, someway,
where they're downing only dear
a hundred steel-towns away - Oh, the
Rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum,
with the words "I love you" rolling off my tongue.
No, never will I roam for I know my place is home,
Photographs kerosene
light up up my darkness, light it up, light it up
I can still feel the touch of your thin blue jeans
running down the alley I've got my eyes all over you babe, oh baby. - Oh, the
Rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum,
with the words "I love you" rolling off my tongue.
No, never will I roam for I know my place is home,
I'll be sailing out there
Oh, I've got lightning in my veins,
tripping like a handle of a slotmachine.
Love may still exist in another place,
I'm just yanking back the handle, no expression on my face.
Ref: The Rhythm of my heart