ZAHAROV ARCHITECT I NEED A BEATS

My heart's a drum, silent street
A steady pulse, a gentle beat
Shut my eyes and listen close
That's the rhythm i love the most

The city shouts, the traffic screams
A tangled web of hurried dreams
But underneath the noise and heat
I find my own true rhythm's beat

So breathe in time, and feel it thrum
Around quiet , you're coming from
Your perfect voice, slow and sweet
I need that drum, i'm looking for that beat

Don't need a reason, don't need a rhyme
Just this perfect, present time
My heart's the rhythm, strong and neat
I feel the beat in my own two feet

So breathe in time, and feel it thrum
Around quiet , you're coming from
Your perfect voice, slow and sweet
I need that drum, i'm looking for that beat