if i touch a burning candle i can feel no pain...
if you cut me with a knife it's still the same...
and i know her heart is beating...
and i know that i am dead...
yet the pain here that i feel...
try and tell me it's not real...
for it seems that i still have a tear to shed...

if i touch a burning candle i can feel no pain...
in the ice or in the wound it's all the same...
yet i feel my heart is aching...
though it doesn't beat it's breaking...
and the pain here that i feel...
try and tell me it's not real...
i know that i am dead...
yet it seems that i still have some tears to shed