(Every pulse a beckoning)
(Searching your face for a hint of affinity)
Be still
A shaky hand cannot build this
Machine
Devil's in the details
It burns
Take my love into your hands
It burns
Throw it in the fire
Feed the flame...
This cold
Penetrates into my bones
And melts
As I turn to steam
This heart
Is built upon a plan of souls
This heart
Playing to a broken beat
I turn to you...
(But) your eyes, they lie
Green as the grass beside the river
I don't know why
I'm
Giving so much of myself
To my own
Enemy
Can't fix this
Machine
I can't
Tell what is real with this
Shadow
Trailing my every breath
Softly
I tread on flowers that
Lead the way
Into your
Heart
I wish
What I see in front of me
Was real
But it's just pretend again
This heart
Powers the machine I'm in but
This heart
Cannot take a hit again
Your eyes, they lie
(Grease the gears)
Green as the grass beside the river
(Watch them spin)
I don't know why
I'm
Losing so much of myself
To my own
Enemy
Can't fix this
Machine