Why do we deny the truth inside a room of silence and eyes? Inflate my heart and try and be let down by helium balloons that expired It's a solipsistic existence It's a sick and cynical constant Are you shaking now? Are you nervous, too? Can you hear the sound? Of my heartbeat Of my heartbeat Of my heartbeat Of my heartbeat Make a new reprise; paint a perfect picture let you try on for size Inflate my heart and try and be let down by helium balloons that expired It's a solipsistic existence It's a sick and cynical constant Are you shaking now? Are you nervous, too? Can you hear the sound? Of my heartbeat Of my heartbeat Of my heartbeat Of my heartbeat