Asaf Avidan - Different pulses

My life is like a ^Fwound, I scratch so ^AmI can bleed Regurgitate my ^Fwords, I write so ^AmI can feed And Death grows like a ^Ftree, that's planted in ^Ammy chest Its roots are at^F my feet, I walk so ^Amit won't rest

^FOh, Baby ^AmI am Lost... x2 I try to push the ^Fcolors through a prism^Am back to white To sync our d^Fifferent pulses into a ^Amblinding light And ^Fif love is not the key. If love is not a ^Amkey. I ^Fhope that I can find a place ^Amwhere it could be

^FI know that in your heart there is an answer to a question ^AmThat I'm not as yet aware that I have asked ^FAnd if that tree had not drunk my tears I would have bled and cried for a^Amll the years

^FOh, Baby ^AmI am yours...x4 F - Am - F