Different Pulses

Different Pulses
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...
En 'Different Pulses' de Asaf Avidan, la letra nos sumerge en un paisaje emocional profundo y doloroso. El cantante describe su vida como una herida que se rasca para sangrar, revelando su angustia y vulnerabilidad...