It looks weird, It feels weird
It'll never be the same
something itches in my Frankenstein heart
Now it's scarred and it's imperfect
impervious to pain
pull out the stitches in my Frankenstein heart
Eventually I took my heart out of that box
I set about repairing it with glue
Now it's got a semblance of what it was before
I doubt I'll be revealing it to you
It looks weird, It feels weird
It'll never be the same
something itches in my Frankenstein heart
Now it's scarred and it's imperfect
impervious to pain
pull out the stitches in my Frankenstein heart
Some people would consider it a lucky thing
to own a heart insensible to pain
and like the man with metal plates inside his head
I always know when it's about to rain
This morning though, I felt a kind of fluttering
a squeezing and a yearning and a truth
so fantastic I can hardly utter it
a miracle; my heart feels love for you
It looks weird, It feels weird
It'll never be the same
something itches in my Frankenstein heart
Now it's scarred and it's imperfect
impervious to pain
pull out the stitches in my Frankenstein heart
It looks weird
It feels weird
It'll never be the same
something itches
something itches
something itches
From the tongue CD