Different Pulses - Asaf Avidan

My life is like a wound

I scratch so I can bleed

Regurgitate my words,

I write so I can feed

And Death grows like a tree that's planted in my chest

Its roots are at my feet,

I walk so it won't rest

Oh, Baby I am Lost

Oh, Baby I am Lost...

I try to push the colors

through a prism back to white

To sync our different pulses

into a blinding light

And if love is not the key.

If love is not a key

I hope that I can find a place where it could be

I know that in your heart there is an answer to a question

Which I'm not as yet aware that I have asked

And if that tree had not drunk my tears

I would have bled and cried for all the years

That I alone have let them pass

Oh, Baby I am yours

Oh, Baby I am yours

Oh, Baby I am yours

Oh, Baby I am yours...