Beating For You

In the dead of the night, I lay awake in thought. In the dark, out of sight, where all questions are caught. I ask all I can, but never hear a word. I can't understand why my questions are't heard. Everything's repeated, refresh and restart. That's when I hear the beating of a heart My own I assume and in the dark of the room. I can feel the cold loom as I mimic the tune, I hear the sound beating, again and again. The tune keeps repeating inside of my head. I find that my thoughts can control my heart's tune. And that the beating gets faster, when I'm thinking of you.