500 miles of saline Sterile, washed clean Body tread pull in Memory she Tastes like water All iron and sugar Can we help it, make it feel almost real Short sights, closed minds Sun bleached Burnt in Tough hands and Thin skinned (Pain in my heart) We'll mourn a life we never got I'm here, but I'm not staying Too good for this world It's all radio airplanes Machine men Machine brains Can you help it, make it feel almost real Short sights, closed minds Sweet speak Lay in Soft hands and Thick skinned Sick like Fever Warm as ever Shiver Oh no, oh no I know, I know Oh, no Can we help it, make it feel almost real