Am I real And what do I feel Hate is half a heart Ahhh ahhh ahhh Only I am in my arms You were sold To something to hold Nothing's as rude As the cold Stupidly Beautifoolish true You Maybe madness is a heart Maybe heaven is a habit If I could fly I'd live in the sky I come from why And obviously you Do too The very start Of everything hard Could be the slip Of a fingertip
Am I real And what do I feel Hate is half a heart Ahhh ahhh ahhh Only I am in my arms You were sold To something to hold Nothing's as rude As the cold Stupidly Beautifoolish true You Maybe madness is a heart Maybe heaven is a habit If I could fly I'd live in the sky I come from why And obviously you Do too The very start Of everything hard Could be the slip Of a fingertip
Am I real And what do I feel Hate is half a heart Ahhh ahhh ahhh Only I am in my arms You were sold To something to hold Nothing's as rude As the cold Stupidly Beautifoolish true You Maybe madness is a heart Maybe heaven is a habit If I could fly I'd live in the sky I come from why And obviously you Do too The very start Of everything hard Could be the slip Of a fingertip
Am I real And what do I feel Hate is half a heart Ahhh ahhh ahhh Only I am in my arms You were sold To something to hold Nothing's as rude As the cold Stupidly Beautifoolish true You Maybe madness is a heart Maybe heaven is a habit If I could fly I'd live in the sky I come from why And obviously you Do too The very start Of everything hard Could be the slip Of a fingertip