First time we met
My heart missed a beat.
I am still looking for it
in the lost-and-found section
of this deserted station,
ice-cold as this steel
that’s holding me still.
That’s true, I am waiting for you
Cannot deny, that much is the truth;
and my heart beats and beats and beats
sinking even deeper into my chest.
You’ll come, you won’t come
That much I don’t know:
elated frustrated tormented
I wait and wait and wait
ready to run into your arms
before this frozen grip wins me
and I lay on this cold grey floor
of this deserted station
listening to the last beat of my heart.