Own Drum (Live at Guava)

I say let me live

to the pace of my own drum,

let me live

hear the sound of my heart beat,

beating..

There are those say,

and those who listen,

but when time runs cold

sweet disposition

have I fallen down,

have we fallen down again?

These rapid walls

push closer to you,

squeezing through your mind,

yes, you're stuck in the middle,

but have I fallen down,

no have we fallen down again?

I've got this rhythm,

I've got this own my own,

I've got this golden stone in my hold

I've got this rhythm,

I've got this sweet sapphire

I see it shinning though the blackest storm

I say let me live

to the pace of my own drum,

let me live

hear the sound of my heart beat,

beating..

We try to consolidate our thoughts

and our feelings,

but the only ones in our way

are our own beings,

and while truth unfolds

and we are told

the ground beneath us will never fumble anyway..

we will remember, remember, remember..

I've got this rhythm, (ahhh ohhh oooo)

I've got this own my own, (ahhh ohhh oooo)

I've got this golden stone in my hold

I've got this rhythm,

I've got this sweet sapphire

I see it shinning though the blackest storm

I say let me live

to the pace of my own drum,

let me live

hear the sound of my heart beat,

beating..

I've got this rhythm, (ahhh ohhh oooo)

I've got this own my own, (ahhh ohhh oooo)

I've got this golden stone in my hold

I've got this rhythm,

I've got this sweet sapphire

I see it shinning towards the blackest storm

 

I say let me live

to the pace of my own drum,

let me live

hear the sound of my heart beat,

beating.. x2

time and time again