One.

Pulse,
the type of thing that makes you want to
Move.
Move.
Breathe in breathe out-
So help me now,
all I can hear is the music
of my heart-
Bam,
sudden stop and I'm on the floor,
laughing...
Why are you laughing?
You make me want to
Move.
Move.
Eyes closed,
breath a lot calmer than my body that is frenzied.
Pulse.
I stand back up
in front of you,
I can't hate you,
you know?
So laugh it up,
Badump, badump...
I can hear your heart
and it makes me want to
Move.
Move.
I think I can forget you.
Yo, yo, yo,
my body surges up and down
and every eye in this place is on me
but I only see you.
"Move.
Move.
Or I'm going to leave you behind,
because I can forget you
but you'll never forget me"
I smile.
Pulse,
I think I want this song to go on forever
until I break from the preasure.

~I don't know anymore, I can hear this heart, my heart, his heart~ all one