Lletres: Leslie Phillips. Beating Heart.
How long have I got
To common days become legend?
And how long have I got
'Til this dream of life becomes heaven?
Oh, life passed too fast
It's hard to know it won't last forever
How long have I got
Before passion gives up its fire?
And how long have I got
Before time strangles desire?
Oh, oh, my fear is to leave here
Never having really arrived
Who can hear my beating heart
Pounding so, wanting more?
Who can hear my beating heart
Pounding on the door?
How long have I got
To make mistakes and be wiser?
And how long have I got
To learn to be less of a liar?
Oh, to face my best try I know
I need someone who is higher
Who can hear my beating heart
Pounding so, wanting more?
Who can hear my beating heart
Pounding on the door?
How long have I got
To answer a higher calling?
And how long have I got
To walk the line without falling?
Oh, needing meaning, wanting to know
Just what I'm here for
Who can hear my beating heart
Pounding so, wanting more?
Who can hear my beating heart
Pounding on the door?
To common days become legend?
And how long have I got
'Til this dream of life becomes heaven?
Oh, life passed too fast
It's hard to know it won't last forever
How long have I got
Before passion gives up its fire?
And how long have I got
Before time strangles desire?
Oh, oh, my fear is to leave here
Never having really arrived
Who can hear my beating heart
Pounding so, wanting more?
Who can hear my beating heart
Pounding on the door?
How long have I got
To make mistakes and be wiser?
And how long have I got
To learn to be less of a liar?
Oh, to face my best try I know
I need someone who is higher
Who can hear my beating heart
Pounding so, wanting more?
Who can hear my beating heart
Pounding on the door?
How long have I got
To answer a higher calling?
And how long have I got
To walk the line without falling?
Oh, needing meaning, wanting to know
Just what I'm here for
Who can hear my beating heart
Pounding so, wanting more?
Who can hear my beating heart
Pounding on the door?
Leslie Phillips