| P. Kelly (Mushroom
Music)
Here it comes again, the burning in the blood
The punding in my brain, the rising of the flood
Every night I pray, begging sleep to come
But it's so far away, way behind the drumbeat of your heart
I remember well a night of falling snow
Reading you a tale from Edgar Allen Poe
By the firelight, how your dark eyes shone
I had no idea it would be so strong
The beat of your heart!
Your midnight cry, your morning song
Your salty tears, your honey tongue
Every night I pray, begging sleep to come
But it's so far away, way behind the drumbeat of your heart
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