My summer wine is really made of all these things....

Lend me that thing that beats inside of you
Don't be afraid, I just want to touch it.
Just let me close enough for my fingertips to feel
I just want to know what life feels like... 

They tell me it's supposed to be warm...
Pulsating so strongly, feeding life with every thump.
But, oh so fragile.  So weak indeed.

Oh, so you trust me with such a delicate thing?
My, my, I wouldn't be so bold if I were you...
You don't know me so well, but this I will tell

Give me an inch, I'll take the universe.

Give me a day, I'll take eternity.

Don't give me a thing....I'll make you beg for mercy.
Mercy from my grip on that thing...that beats to let you live.

Softly I will pet it, make it feel right at home.
Gently I will soothe it, mending old scars, patching old wounds.
I'll breathe into it my own life...thus making it mine.
My life is mine and mine alone, I'll give it to no one...and so now let's behold...
Too late to turn back now, my grip is quite strong.
I doubt you'd want me to let it go now; it'd take quite a fall.

...In my arms you won't sleep safely...

Just thought I'd let you know, before you gave me something so important.

I just don't want you to drown in this murky abyss.  Or maybe you could be the one to help pull me ashore...

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Always running, or so it would seem.  Such a cliche way of speaking, no?