Contemporary Heart

All these
School books in anatomy
They are trying hard, to make believe
That there's a hidden treasure hiding in your chest
Yet if you go look for it seems you find pain at best
There's 2 million choices of what I hate
Or what I want
It's hard to differentiate
In these modern times, full of black and white
Giving us rainbows of grey

I got it
All figured out
That's why I'm
So full of doubt

Contemporary heart
Why you keep me guessing, always keep me guessing
Is it that truth that hit me hard
That the listening to my feelings keeps my head constantly messing
With my mind all made up, but you're still trying to be so clever
Why you're always being so clever
I thought a heart it needs to love
But with all you make me feeling, I just can't escape the feeling
That for you
That's not enough

Now you're
Scaling down, 'cause all these things you had
Were really trying their best to sooth you but did obfuscate
Beneath the cluster and the habits of your billboard self
Should there be something to makes sense
Of all this
Slowly growing, somber fascination
From rubble of the bubbles dawns a fascist nation
First you're angry, then you're scared and then a little blue
Before you
Can't feel a thing

You had it
All figured out
That's why you're
So full of doubt

Contemporary heart
Why you keep me guessing, always keep me guessing
Is it that truth that hit me hard
That the listening to my feelings keeps my head constantly messing
With my mind all made up, but you're still trying to be so clever
Why you're always being so clever
I thought a heart it needs to love
But with all you make me feeling, I just can't escape the feeling
That for you
That's not enough
Enough
Enough

And if I feel it, can it be wrong be it?
And if I feel it, there's nothing wrong with it
And if I feel it, can it be wrong be it?
And if I feel it, there's something wrong
And if I feel it, can it be wrong be it?
And if I feel it, there's nothing wrong with it
And if I feel it, can it be wrong be it?
There's something wrong, with what I'm feeling
And if I feel it, can it be wrong be it?
And if I feel it, there's nothing wrong with it
And if I feel it, can it be wrong be it?
And if I feel it, there's something wrong with what I...
And if I feel it, can it be wrong be it?
And if I feel it, there's nothing wrong with it
And if I feel it, can it be wrong be it?
There's something wrong with what, with what I'm feeling