The Emotion

A rock on my chest
Its getting hard to breathe
It turned into a mess
I wish you’ve found a way to leave, a way to leave

Knife to the gut
There’s no stopping the blood
Hands pushed hard against the cut
While the rocks sits uncomfortably still
And the beast grows impatiently huge

Hands to the mind
It floods
Hands to the eyes
It floods

Waiting for the last train to come
There was a song
I wished you would stop, you would stop
But then again, I’ve wished for many things more
Many things more

A question of who and how
All through that little screen
Transforms into why and now
Darkens the flame and the stereos too

Hands to the heart
It floods
Hands to the ears
It floods

Now the beast is standing at the station
We held hands and stared her back in the eyes
Let us float in the dark until the ambulance is here
The ambulance is here my love

Breathe in and out my dear
That’s all we could afford right now
Let the weight of the world
Carry us through
While the blood from our hearts
It floods