Palpitation - Joanna Wang
I was on the bus, and I was on my way home,
when I passed by your stop.
O, some things can't be helped.
I don't wake up with you,
but I really wanted to.
But you don't wake up with her.
In the end we're still alone.
O, my heart beats so fast it almost hurts to breathe.
Yes, my heart beats so fast.
I cannot seem to find my peace of mind.
So what are we looking for
when we live our years?
I thought you were the one.
Are you the only one?
And I can find someone who will sleep in my bed,
but will he wake up in my head?
O, my heart beats so fast it almost hurts to breathe.
Yes, my heart beats so fast.
I cannot seem to find my peace of mind.
Since we walked different roads,
I thought my feet'd go far.
They stayed right where they are.
The scenery's the same.
And these apathetic mornings
that I wake up to taste bitter and dull,
and my dreams still throb and pulse.
O, my heart beats so fast it almost hurts to breathe.
Yes, my heart beats so fast.
I cannot seem to find my peace of mind.
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