How much of you is real? Or pieces of me and pieces of you Can you really feel? Now take it in and make it do How much can you see? So close your eyes and look at me Is there anymore within? Or are we waiting for life to begin?
Are you real at all, my love? Or are you held down by this world? You stole all you are, my love My lonely patchwork girl
Your broken heart is cold It's sewn piece to piece again Your touch I'll never own But it's the reason for my sin Your breath is air like ice It's so bitter cold against my skin Hollow are your eyes Blind to all within
Are you real at all, my love? Or are you broken by this world? And you stole my heart, my love My lonely patchwork girl
So scream your sewn up heart out And whisper cries for love Rip all of your stitches out And learn to take what comes
Are you real at all, my love? Does your heart break for this world? Are you heaven-sent, my love? My lonely patchwork girl
Are you real or not, my love? Or does your heart bleed for this world? And you stole my heart, my love My lonely patchwork girl