The Calculation
You went into the kitchen cupboard
Got yourself another hour
And you gave half of it to me
We sat there looking at the faces
Of the strangers in the pages
Until we knew them mathematically
They were in our minds
Until forever
But we didn't mind
We didn't know better
So we made our own computer
Out of macaroni pieces
And it did our thinking
While we lived our lives
It counted up our feelings
And divided them up even
And it called our calculation
Perfect love
Didn't even know
That love was bigger
Didn't even know
That love was so, so
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey this fire
It's burning, burning us up
Hey this fire
It's burning, burning us up
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
So we made the hard decision
And we each made an incision
Past our muscles and our bones
Saw our hearts were little stones
Pulled 'em out they weren't beating
And we weren't even bleeding
As we lay them on our granite counter top
We beat 'em up against each other
We beat 'em up against each other
We struck 'em hard against each other
We struck 'em so hard, so hard 'til they sparked
Hey this fire
It's burning, burning us up
Hey this fire
It's burning, burning us up
Hey this fire
It's burning, burning us up
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Wooooh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Wooooooh, oh oh oh oh oh oh
Wooooh, oh oh oh oh oh oh
Wooooooh, oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Got yourself another hour
And you gave half of it to me
We sat there looking at the faces
Of the strangers in the pages
Until we knew them mathematically
They were in our minds
Until forever
But we didn't mind
We didn't know better
So we made our own computer
Out of macaroni pieces
And it did our thinking
While we lived our lives
It counted up our feelings
And divided them up even
And it called our calculation
Perfect love
Didn't even know
That love was bigger
Didn't even know
That love was so, so
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey this fire
It's burning, burning us up
Hey this fire
It's burning, burning us up
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
So we made the hard decision
And we each made an incision
Past our muscles and our bones
Saw our hearts were little stones
Pulled 'em out they weren't beating
And we weren't even bleeding
As we lay them on our granite counter top
We beat 'em up against each other
We beat 'em up against each other
We struck 'em hard against each other
We struck 'em so hard, so hard 'til they sparked
Hey this fire
It's burning, burning us up
Hey this fire
It's burning, burning us up
Hey this fire
It's burning, burning us up
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Wooooh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Wooooooh, oh oh oh oh oh oh
Wooooh, oh oh oh oh oh oh
Wooooooh, oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Credits
Writer(s): Regina Spektor
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Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Songs
- Back of a Truck (Papa's Bootlegs, Live in New York)
- Love Affair
- Home, before and after
- Loveology
- Up the Mountain
- Becoming All Alone
- One Little Soldier (From "Bombshell" the Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
- Walking Away (Music from the Original Amazon Series "Modern Love")
- You've Got Time (chamber version)
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