Chris Clavin drum drum drum

There's an ocean full of sharks that I let get between us
Countries with Kings and Queens between you and me
There are forests filled with beasts and I can hear their hearts beating
But none drums as loud or as clear as your heart beats to me
It's the thunder that rocks me to sleep
It's the rhythm I tap with my feet
It's the lighthouse that guides me through these streets
It's the howling wolf, crying out to me
I need wings or I need me an airplane
I need gills and fins or I need a ship
I need teleportation or astral projection
Something to help me make my trip
I'm fighting calendars
I'm fighting days and weeks
I'm angry at the days that got between you and me
I'm putting my earplugs in when I fall asleep
So nothing interferes with the sound of your heart beat
It's the thunder that rocks me to sleep
It's the rhythm I tap with my feet
It's the lighthouse that guides me through these streets
It's the howling wolf, crying out to me