Her hip bone
The pendulum
The smell of home and the consequence of emptiness
So proud of this machine
This is the strongest I've ever been

This is the quicker way to make things right between you and I
The solid solution for birds to take flight
For everything to just be alright

When the design of the machine
Is made up of all our wildest dreams
You'll finally want to live

Oh I want to hold the cure to your lonelines to keep you here
This feeling is so severe
But there's things between us left unclear
And it's all coming round faster

This image you believe is exactly what it seems
This machine you see is me
I'm all wrapped up in pretty

Are you breathing?
Cause my world stopped spinning
Roll back to the beginning when the phone was ringing
And I was singing this hollow little tune to you:
"Are you breathing or are you sinking?"