We could never stop this now
For so long have we felt as though we were on fire

Here we lie restless and entwined
But, delicate we touch our hands.
Our hands.
Our hands, they paint a portrait so delicate.
This innocent obsession.
If he was the sun...

Electric pulse. I felt the shock
Electric vision. I saw the spark

These nerves just won't respond

Oh, brothers!
This is not our modern war
This is what we call love and we'll find it inside our heart.
Oh, brothers!
This is not our modern war
(tell mother, tell father I won't be coming home)
Please tell me where it is that our affection hides and I will tell you that everything is all right.
Well, it's all right

These veins feel no pulse
As men, we fear the unnatural.
I swear this heart beats
Machines, we are not !

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