The Bodies, The Zombies!
    (专辑: Tempest In A Teacup - 2013)
    
    I 
heard your heart's about the 
size of your fist  But that's not true, it's just a 
myth  It's your brain that's small  It's your heart that's big  And I 
saw it  In an exhibit, baby  In the 
promised land  Where your big blue eyes  And your artist's hands  Were with your small intestines  And your crooked grin  On the 
table   Oh me, oh my!  Never ever thought that I 
 Would see the 
day you'd sacrifice  The 
things that made you feel alive   Now you are my zombie bride  With zombie hair and zombie eyes  And zombie hips and zombie lips  That I 
can't bring myself to kiss   I 
hate this, don't you move to New York  You'll jump off of the 
bridge again  And I 
will never see you   Oh me, oh my  You're not much different when alive  You never compromised  No, you couldn't empathize  And now that you're so dead and all  It all just feels so literal  So you can really have my brain  So you can really have my heart: it's yours  If you want it  Yours  If you want it   I 
hate this, don't you move to New York  You'll jump off of the 
bridge again  And I 
will never see you  I 
take it that we're moving too slowly  Got a 
little bit lucky last night   You are a 
beautiful  Inhuman being  I 
follow your un-life  From behind my screen  And I 
try to believe it  But I 
can't deny  Even the 
dead don't sleep alone  (C'mon) show me the 
tissue of your bones  And your hands and your feet  And the 
people that you meet  And the 
places that you eat  And how you act in front of me  And the 
way you wear your hair  I 
swear, I 
think I 
understand  The 
things that make me who I 
am  And there's no master plan  I'd know   Oh me, oh my!  Now I'm on the 
other side  Of the 
world  There are so many  Zombie boys and girls  With empty chests and hollow eyes  No, I 
can't help what I 
like  You look my way  I 
start to sigh  Who cares if you are dead inside?  I 
don't  (Doesn't mean that you can't) Doesn't mean that you can't love   (You say) I 
hate this, don't you move to New York  You'll jump off of that bridge again  With all your brand new undead friends  And  You won't talk to me  But you'll write me into songs  And maybe I 
don't want you here  But I 
don't want you gone!  Besides I'm trying (and I'm trying and I'm trying and I'm trying and I'm trying and I'm trying) I've been  Trying (I've been trying I've been trying I've been trying I've been trying I've been trying I've been trying)  To live