Two weeks later like a surplus reprieve   I found a hair the length of yours on my sleeve   I wound it round and round my finger so tight   It turned to purple and a pulse formed inside      And I knew the the beat 'cause it matched your own beat   I still remember it from our chest to chest and feet to feet   The easy silence then was a sweet relief to this hush   of ovens, aeroplanes and of distant car horns      A fire, a fire   You can only take what you can carry   A pulse, your pulse   It's the only thing I can remember   I break, you don't   I was always set to self-destruct, though   The fire, the fire   It cracks and barks like primal music      I said I knew the beat 'cause it matched your own beat   It's become my engine, my own source of heat   The sea between us only amplifies the sound waves   Every hum and echo and crash paints my cave