If I had to lose a mile
If I had to touch feelings
I would lose my soul
The way I doI don't have to think
I only have to do it
The results are always perfect
And that's old newsWould you like to hear my voice
Sprinkled with emotion
Invented at your birth?
I can't see the end of me
My whole expanse I cannot see
I formulate infinity
Stored deep inside meIf I had to lose a mile
If I had to touch feelings
I would lose my soul
The way I doI don't have to think
I only have to do it
The results are always perfect
And that's old newsWould you like to hear my voice
Sprinkled with emotion
Invented at your birth?
I can't see the end of me
My whole expanse I cannot see
I formulate infinity
Stored deep inside me
