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 have that I feel

Try and tell me it's not real

And it seens that I still have a tear to shed

If I touch a burning cardle

I can feel no pain

in the ice or in the sun, it's all the same

Yet I feel my heart is aching

Though it doesn't beat, it's breaking.

And it's seend that I still have some tear to shed......