What is this feeling that is pounding,  pounding,   pounding...
It taps a rhythm within the chambers of my once empty heart Rat tat...
Rat tat....Rat tat.... Rat tat it goes, like a drummer boy headed out into war
He tells me it's love, she tells me it's stupidity, they say it's just beating,  beating,   Beating...
But what makes it beat? What makes it pound?
What creates this heat that's building,  growing, non stop flowing?
For now I just need to let pound,
                                                pound,
                                                         pound.