Hello, fucked up sleep pattern, my old friend, I happen to be bothered with you again.... Because a special someone softly creeping Also I left Skype online while I was sleeping The vision of you smiling planted in my brain Still remains, so does the sound of your heartbeat In restless dreams I walked alone Back to the strands of cobblestone Where we were walking into midnight Where we were shivering in the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a street-lamp light That split the night and touched the sound of your heartbeat And in the daylight then we saw Ten thousand dickheads, maybe more Shitheads talking without speaking (slur) hearing without listening Mindless writing songs that voices never share No one dare disturb the sound of your heartbeat “(slur)” said I, “Them who do not know Your heartbeat, sounding like a gorgeous drum Told them, hear my words or I might shake you Take my arms or I might never wake you” But my words like silent raindrops fell And echoed...