Songwriters Spektor, Regina
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 these strangers in the pages
Till we knew em mathematically
They were in our minds until forever but we didnt mind
We didnt 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 that calculation perfect love
Didnt even know that love was bigger
Didnt even know that love was so, so
Hey, hey, hey
Hey this fire, its burnin, burnin us up
Hey this fire, its burnin, burnin us up
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 them out they werent beating and we werent even bleeding
As we lay them on the 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 until they sparked
Hey this fire, its burnin, burnin us up
Hey this fire, its burnin, burnin us up
Hey this fire, its burnin, burnin us up
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