he writes the kind of music that
     thrums
the way your blood just can't.
you're never more alive than
the roar of your soul
chasing after that drumbeat
     (the piper only had to change his tune)
he could unmake you
reduce you to bass and thrashing vocals
'til you're bursting with sound
so larger than life
you'd bleed and burn to feel it again

doesn't have enough time to set.
and yet it does so,
over and over again.

sort of like the way i love you,
there's not enough time,
but i do it over and over again.

if the clouds were waves above my head
then let me breathe in
and drown amongst the stars

the way you touch me makes my hands light on fire,
so every chance i get i touch you too.
maybe we'll go up in flames.