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.



Credits
Writer(s): Kitt Philippa
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