Different pulses

My life is like a wound,
I scratch so i can bleed
Regurgitate my words,
I write so i can feed
And death grows like a tree
That's planted in my chest
Its roots are at my feet,
I walk so it won't rest

Oh, baby, i am lost...

I try to push the colors
Through a prism back to white
To sync our different pulses
Into a blinding light
And if love is not the key,
If love is not a key
I hope that i can find
A place where it could be

I know that in your heart
There is an answer to a question
That i'm not as yet aware
That i have asked
And if that tree had not drunk my tears
I would have bled and cried for all the years
That i alone have let them pass

Oh, baby, i am yours...