| I miss it so much | |
| No button to touch | |
| No dial to turn | |
| No key to hold | |
| Days turn to nights, turn to weeks | |
| Turn to paper, into rocks, into plastic | |
| My material heart how it keeps us apart | |
| Watching days turn to nights turn to weeks | |
| Turn everything | |
| I got into techniques | |
| My mechanical heart how it tears me apart | |
| I miss it so much | |
| No button to touch | |
| No dial to turn | |
| No key to hold | |
| I miss it so much | |
| No button to touch | |
| No flick of the switch | |
| Hand on my heart | |
| Days turn to nights, turn to weeks | |
| Turn to paper, into rocks, into plastic | |
| My material heart how it keeps us apart | |
| Watching days turn to nights, turn to weeks | |
| Turn everything | |
| I got into techniques | |
| My mechanical heart how it tears me apart | |
| I miss it so much | |
| No button to touch | |
| No dial to turn | |
| No key to hold | |
| I miss it so much | |
| No button to touch | |
| No flick of the switch | |
| Hand on my heart |