You can set your watch by me, I'm a regular guy
I get up and then I walk away
But in the pulse of my heart, I'm comin' to you

Your parachute has never billowed open
You are stuffed in a pillow
And you're hoping against hope, my boy
But in the pulse of your heart
I'm coming to you
In the pulse of your heart
I'm coming to you

Her wings are folded
In her chrysalis
You can wake her with an all-night kiss
But in the pulse of her heart
She's waking for you
In the pulse of her heart
She's waiting for you

Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright

You can set the clock back
So can I
I can tell the future
From the sky
You can tell what time it is
By looking yourself in the eye
But in the pulse of my heart
Here's looking at you
You're the pulse of my heart and you know that it's you

Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright

Alright, alright, alright
Alright

Copyright: BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Writer(s): HITCHCOCK