So we sit like particles in matter   You turn my head with your million dollar answers   In this aching routine, why does it seem so hard to be here?   Do I leave my heart here?      Then you open me up and look inside me   Like paper bags and little surprises   The transition between multiple takes of surgery      And we leave it open to interpretation      Invisible remarks line up across my lap   Like marching dolls I'm giving orders to collapse   Dashing by into this aching routine   Do I leave my heart here?      Then you open me up and look inside me   Like paper bags and little surprises   The transition between multiple takes of surgery      And we leave it open to interpretation      Then you open me up and look inside me   Like paper bags and little surprises   The transition between multiple takes of surgery      And we leave it open to interpretation