Your practical heart doesn't fall apart
It folds in quarters-easily reinstalled
I see it working even when you can't
Pulling strings under your skin
You think of love as some kind of drug
Watch it yourself, you see; Its logic to work out; do the math with me
Your heart does equations
Your brain subtracts and adds
Your moods are notified to feel weird, strange, or bad
Digits run over you
Calculations run the day
A message is sent through-"urgent information"
What happens next
Is between you and your neck
It's up to you to risk it never growing back
Your heart does equations
Your brain subtracts and adds
Your moods are notified to feel weird, strange, or bad
The heart's first quarter is filled with stars to navigate nights alone
The heart's second quarter's got a St. Bernard with scotch under its nose
The third's a vault filled with "iou's" and "I love u's"
And the fourth's your dream bed; it barely sleeps two