Different Pulses - Joris Delacroix Remix - 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

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