Nightingale

Never knew my heart could beat so cold.

Never knew my lungs could feel so old.

Eyes closed, sheltered soul.

Running on the rocks I cut my knees,

Laughing in the face of open seas –

Young, fearless and free.

You hit this heart like a drum.

Wind, air in my lungs.

But as the sun sets and darkness seeps,

The cashing of the waves they knock, knock beat;

Who's there, drumming me?

Wooden mind and a drifting heart,

This door's now driftwood's sum of parts –

Your current drowning art.

You hit this heart like a drum – beat.

Wind, air in my lungs – breathe.

Nightingale: sing.

Night, gale, blow in my soul – sing –

You hit this heart like a drum – beat.

Wind, air in my lungs – breathe.