Texty: Beautiful Small Machines. Simple Joys.

I was built from the code of man
With the hands of my key design
A cruel facade
If I could somehow spend another day with you
I'd pluck out the eyes of God

I would live in the time of vows
In the days when the world was green
My love machine
Though I bear no mark of war upon me now
Oh the things I've seen

Keep me far away from all the noise
I just caught the last boat out of hell
I don't know the joy of simple joys I'm not feeling well
But I'll sit real still, if you don't tell

There's a place for us my dear
Where the daughters of Orion sing
Ohhhh, where a man can live without the cloud of fear
Choking everything

Keep me far away from all the noise
I just caught the last boat out of hell
I don't know the joy of simple joys I'm not feeling well
But I'll sit real still, if you don't tell

There's a heartbeat in the wire
There's a soul caught in the beat
The veins, the feet
They all expire

Keep me far away from all the noise
I just caught the last boat out of hell
I don't know the joy of simple, joys I'm not feeling well
But I'll sit real still
I'm not feeling well
But I'll sit real still
I'm not feeling well
But I'll sit real still
If you don't tell