Hiding at our chests

Curling up beneath you skin
Tucking myself in safe and sound
Listening to the drum
Of that beating heart of yours
It hits with the rhythm of mine
Always meant to hit next to this heart of my

Sleepless nights
Drowning in your pillow
Clutching it tight and holding asphalt
And always drowning
Holding your hand in mine
While the other one is resting at your chest
Listening to the drumming inside

Window is hanging open
We don't got the nerves to rise
Can't leave the beating symphony of ours

Lying next to you
In the train
On my knees in the dirt
Inside your bed
With hearts torn out from our bodies possessed
A big empty space hiding at our chests