Location - Madison Cunningham

I put my finger on the pulse just to make sure it’s still beating

But I don’t know how I can console this tireless, terrible feeling

A little conversation won’t hurt you

It’s not an equation you can just cancel out

Give me a window to your heart

One that I can put my eye up to

A clear shot into the black we’ve been standing in

Won’t you give me a location to your heart?

Oh, you bottle it up, and you pour me some fermented anger

And no matter how you serve it up

In every single cup, it tastes so bitter

A little conversation won’t hurt you

No, I’m not an equation you can just cancel out

Give me a window to your heart

One that I can put my eye up to

A clear shot into the black we’ve been standing in

Won’t you give me a location to your heart?

We’re skirting and starving the matter

And I’ll knock on that glass 'til it shatters

Until you see me, clearly

We’re stuck inside of this square

And we’re both gasping for air

Oh, we’re waiting on a word to make it clear again

Give me a location, location to your heart

Give me a location, tell me where you are

Give me a location, I won’t be far