Taste Of Your Heast

From a taxi on an overpass
In the mist-up of the windscreen glass
And the dull streaks of rain
And I recognise
Something like pain

I keep on waiting on the turbulence to pass
I've got no means of knowing anything will last
I don't know much
Just the taste of your heart

In the quickstep of the evening rush
In the swelter of the human crush
And the madness transpires
All my thoughts of you
Are simple desires

I keep on waiting on the turbulence to pass
I've got no means of knowing anything will last
I don't know much
Just the taste of your heart

One day I'm gonna wake up and find you
One day I'm gonna sit up and see you home
One day I'm gonna wake up and find you
One day I'm gonna sit up and see you gone

I keep on waiting on the turbulence to pass
I've got no means of knowing anything will last
I don't know much
Just the taste of your heart