War Drums

There's a second heart that lives in everyone we know.
Screams beneath your covers makes you never feel at home.
Well I fall out in minutes.
Watch them crawl back to their hole.

I see the world chromatically,
it weaves, and whirls, and wines.
Climbing so dramatically, it inches up my spine.
I swear to God, eventually, I'll take it till I find

That glowing light.
That silver night.
Then I'll bury that heart.

So let the binding energy disjoint and fall away
Crushing concrete cries, as the ground beneath it shakes.
So plant the flowers in the cracks of schools, and corporate banks.
Just lie awake. With the soils, wait.

Like You knew from the start.
You'll have to bury that heart.
You'll have to bury that heart.
You'll have to bury that heart.
That heart, bury that..

Well lately all my thoughts are raging,
wild in my ears.
Beating like a war drum, they will not find comfort here.
Only I alone can fall asleep and disappear.

And then I'll be back home.
Where I'll bury that heart.

Like I knew from the start.
You'll have to bury that heart.