If I had to lose a mile
If I had to touch feeling
I would lose my soul
The way I do
I dont have to think
I only have to do it
The results are always perfect
But that's old news
Would you like to hear my voice
Sprinkled with emotion
Invented at your birth
I can't see
The end of me
My whole expance
I can not see
I formulate infinity
And store it deep inside of me
If I had to lose a mile
If I had to touch feeling
I would lose my soul
The way I do
Well I dont have to think
I only have to do it
The results are always perfect
But that's old news
Would you like to hear my voice
Sprinkled with emotion
Invented at your birth
I can't see
The end of me
My whole expance
I can not see
I formulate infinity
And store it deep inside of me