Before the tongue had shaped a word, before a single song was heard, beneath the ribs, beneath the skin, the first small rhythm had begun. We knew it long before we knew the names of earth, of me, of you. One breath, one pulse - into another. Heart like a drum - beating on. Heart like a drum - beating on. Older than the words we know, deeper than the rivers flow. Heart like a drum - beating on. I have known you all along. Bare feet press against the ground, the body answers without sound. Hand to hand and skin to skin, we find the pulse and enter in. No map was drawn, no rule was made. Still every body knows the way. One breath, one pulse - into another. Heart like a drum - beating on. Heart like a drum - beating on. Older than the words we know, deeper than the rivers flow. Heart like a drum - beating on. I have known you all along. Not yours. Not mine. The beat between us. Not then. Not now. It never left us. Heart like a drum - beating on. Heart like a drum - beating on. Before the word, before the song, something in us beat along. Heart like a drum - beating on. Heart like a drum - beating on. One breath. One beat. Then another.
