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lyrics
With my hand covering the chest
the heartbeats knock my fingers.
Sweet throbbing of my core
in absence of repose.
Between these arms something is moving.
Between these arms it is hiding.
Beneath this flesh is giving
my role in the existence.
The spark of life
remains inside of everyone
who can feel the beat of
his own second-hand.
Paces inviting to reflect.
Low tempo invades myself.
Time is not an exception,
we imposed on it a new pulse.
Our hearts in unison
when time is fenced by our clocks.
Our life is not perpetual,
it will stop with our hearts.
But time is still eternal
when you stop the hands.
New concept illuminating me.
I am sure now, more than ever.
Paces inviting to reflect.
Low tempo invades myself.
I want to leave old ways
and stay away
because our intention
in clocks’ creation
was time’s translation.
This misconception clouded our vision.
Time can not be led by us
and we are unable to understand it.
I would like to know how it feels
when clocks are just ignored.
All hands are in silence.
I hear clear my heartbeat.
Suddenly I feel again
all those lost sensations.
Forever more I will keep my heart
away from clocks,
always following my own beat.
Time will always be an exception,
we can not impose a new pulse.
Time is always marking the tempo
passing indifferent to our clocks.