My Compass
A cowded barA busy airport
A cramped T-car
It doesn't matter what
My heart will find yours
The sound of it's beating
The thing in your chest
The blood rushing under your skin
Those noices fill my head
Drowing out my thoughts
Until there's only you
We could be a thousand miles apart
And my heart will always lead me
Right back to you
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