Machines

Don't you see some sides, darlin'?
Don't you see some sides?
Never start a fire when you're blinded by the sun
Golden leaves and bright mornings
Don't you see some sides?
Falling beams of light, now I'm blinded by the sun

Enough, too much, you're cold
Singing we are not machines
There is blood beneath our skin
I could hear the choir sing
As the darkness settled in

You seem much colder, as I lay on your sofa
And I made my hands into a four-leaf clover
And you, you say you love me, but I think you say that a lot
Just for a second, time stopped

Enough, too much, you're cold
Singing we are not machines
There is blood beneath our skin
I could hear the choir sing
As the darkness settled in

Going home and I just can't wait anymore
While I pick up my heart from your bedroom floor
Going home and I just can't take anymore
Going home and I just can't take anymore
While I pick up my heart from your bedroom floor
Going home and I just can't take anymore

We are not machines, we are not machines
We are not machines, we are not machines
We are echoing eternal dreamers

Singing we are not machines
There is blood beneath our skin
I could hear the choir sing
As the darkness settled in