If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain.
In the ice or in the sun it’s all the same.
Yet I feel my heart is aching.
Though it doesnt beat, it’s breaking.
And the pain here that I feel…
try and tell me it’s not real.
I know that I am dead…
yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed.
If I touch a burning candle I can feel the pain
If you cut me with a knife it’s still the same
And I know her heart is beating
And I know that I am dead
Yet the pain here that I feel
Try and tell me it’s not real
For it seems that I still have a tear to shed