I saw the boys with compatible toys looking tired
They had a right it was cold it was dry everywhere
Its not what it seems, in his jeans is a piece of a candle
The one you had used to burn me a new pair of eyes

I'm not savouring my heart
I'm not savouring my life
Take the pieces and build them skyward
I've forgotten how good it could be
To feel alive
Take the pieces and build them skyward

I saw the boys with compatible toys looking tired
They had a right it was cold it was dry everywhere
Its not what it seems in his jeans is a piece of a candle
The one you had used to burn me a new pair of eyes

I'm not savouring my heart
I'm not savouring my life
Take the pieces and build them skyward
I've forgotten how good it can be
To feel alive
Take the pieces and build them skyward

I'm not savouring my heart
I'm not savouring my life
Take the pieces and build them skyward
I've forgotten how good it could be
To feel alive
Take the pieces and build them skyward
They're all machines
They're all machines

They're all machines (and they're nothing like us)
They're all machines (but they're starting to know)
They're all machines (And they know where we are)