Its the beats of a drum
Its the steps of a dance
Its the breeze of the wind
Its the song of a bird
Its the smell of a flower
I touch my chest and i feel a heart of another
The beats are not the same
The steps has changed
The song of a bird is starting to fade
The breeze is now blowing the other way
The smell of the flower is now the smell of a rose
Its because i have a heart of another
