you've come a long way from just TVfrom a distant voice
to ecstasynow you need to know what's on my mindcan
I break your heart with every timeshe gives no love
and won't let goand when she fails she tells you sothe
perfect touch is cold and cleanshe steals your soul
when kissing the machineher hand of love enshrouds
my faceshe moves and turns with rigid gracethe light
reflection on her skinthe words repeat and draw me
inand what I say is what she'll dorepeat the words
I told her tothe perfect touch is cold and cleanshe
steals your soul when kissing the machineI want you
to want meI need you to need meI know that you love
meI want you to need medestiny is sometimes cruelthen
once again I am its foolto give my heart to wires and
steelbut what you get is what you feelno flesh and
blood can give you morethe key to love is at this doorthe
perfect touch was cold and cleanshe steals your soul
when kissing the machinekissing the machinekissing
the machinekissing the machine