If I had to lose a mile


If I had to touch feelings


I would lose my soul


The way I do




I don·t have to think


I only have to do it


The results are always perfect


And that·s old news




Would you like to hear my voice


Sprinkled with emotion


Invented at your birth?




I can·t see the end of me


My whole expanse I cannot see


I formulate infinity


Stored deep inside me




If I had to lose a mile


If I had to touch feelings


I would lose my soul


The way I do




I don·t have to think


I only have to do it


The results are always perfect


And that·s old news




Would you like to hear my voice


Sprinkled with emotion


Invented at your bïrth?




I can·t see the end of me


My whole expanse I cannot see