Beauty picks me up then throws me to the floor;
I may never know what I was searching for.
Like a beggar on my knees,

Never knowing what I now believe.

Like a drug, I took the walk back to your door;

I had had enough, but I always want more.
There was something I was needing,
Something you were keeping.


And there, with the rest of my days before me,
I broke down and fell asleep,

To your beating heart, your beating heart, your beating heart.

In the worst of all the best times that we shared,

Through a sea of every now forgotten tear;
You would look me in the eye,
So afraid to ask me," Why?"


But I knew you were the star that shines for me,
And I had already planned to set us free;

And in the black of the night,
I would ask you to be mine.


And then, with the rest of my days before me,
I broke down and fell asleep,
To your beating heart, your beating heart, your beating heart.