Seams stitched tightly across your name, living by on the hope that some when you'll feel the same.
Smother me, comfort me, listen to my heart, savour the sound.
Knowing that it beats only for you, and that it'll be back for a another round.
Whoa don't you know, dont you know,
Were nothing but machines, one look and I'm tied but you say that were,
just words and faces on a screen.
But have you no idea just how I operate, I can't do this all by myself, it takes two, you need to cooperate.
If you can reverse then I can make believe, little white lies on dangerous ground, still better than the reality, hidden and conceited, but I'll let you convince me we stand a chance, both on the run along a knife edge in this razorblade romance.
