We might have been, but now we're not.
We might have known, but we forgot.
No one can live like this, you know.
No ones lives life.
Are you prepared to be a joke without a punchline?
Living, caressing the world out key and time?
Ribs pressed like piano keys out of tune.
You'd be ridiculous to think it's only you.
There used to be an honesty there, now there's only pictures.
Of you holding her hand as if to say, "Look I fixed her."
Feel around, tell me what you touch.
Don't try and tell me this sensation is too much.
Feel around, tell me what you touch.
Don't try and tell me this sensation is too much.