Kyle Andrews - The Search For A Heart lyrics

Chromatic hair static fuse Automatic flare, spastic moves There is a null where a beat should be Come back to life and be with me You chase yourself around the world To prove where you're coming from The taste of hell on your tongue You bent at every fork I wash your mouth with poison oak And vanity dead sea oil Now we are soft And in search Of a Heart So baby cut loose, cut down to the bone Tell me what's new, tell me what is wrong There is a null where a beat should be Come back to life and move with me You taze yourself right in the mouth To prove you're strong enough The taste of hell on your tongue You bent at every fork I wash your mouth with poison oak And vanity dead sea oil And now we are soft And in search Of a Heart