Interior Space
Ben Watt, Tracey Thorn
My heart beats too fast
I'm all blood and bone
Tissue and stone
Tissue and stone
My head is an alien place
Interior space
And I don't bleed unless I am freed
But what is that worth?
Are we all about birth?
The dark is an alien place
Interior space
I never could cry
And I never wondered why
And was it a lie?
Was it a lie?
My head is an alien place
Interior space