I have a diagnostic heart, cold and analytic love I see the symptoms read the charts, sterile hands in rubber gloves Been too long in quarantine. I need some intensive care Disconnect me from machines. Let's have a messy love affair This terminal immunity from your infectious laughter It's a patient kinda privacy that kills happy ever after I begged do not resuscitate. I didn't want your life support But your heart didn't hesitate to heal my diagnostic heart According to Hippocrates, first do no harm Casual affairs yield casualties, the first to go My diagnostic hear A miracle, a paradox, it takes two different heart beats Kinda like a pair of socks will warm a pair of cold feet Circulation is the key. Pressure builds and tears apart A surge right through my circuitry, bypass my diagnostic heart According to Hippocrates, first do no harm Casual affairs yield casualties, the first to go My diagnostic heart