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