Photograph

Smooth as glass
She never needed
Lubrication or empathy
She's all that I need

I never thought that she could understand what was
A strictly human point of view

I don't know what I've been told
Spend all my money and die when I'm old
Run all your fingers through my hair it don't mean a thing anymore
Woah

Never off
Or so it seems
Does she breathe and does she dream?
Is she like me?

I'm ill at ease
When she speaks and sees
Blinking lights and laser beams
What does it mean?

I never thought that she could understand what was
A strictly human point of view

I don't know what I've been told
Spend all my money and die when I'm old
Run all your fingers through my hair it don't mean a thing anymore
Woah

I'd like to be like a photograph
Of your memories
Consumer disease
Choice dictated by our needs

I'd like to see what it's like to live
Existentially
Never at ease
Shaking hands and trembling knees

I'd like to be like a baby in
Synesthetic sheets
Simple to me
Living is empty

I don't know what I've been told
Spend all my money and die when I'm old

It would be nice
It would be nice
It would be nice
It would be nice