You went into the kitchen cupboard Got yourself another hour, and you gave Half of it to me We sat there looking at the faces Of the strangers in the pages ’til we knew ’em mathematically
They were in our minds Until forever But we didn’t mind We didn’t know better
So we made our own computer Out of macaroni pieces And it did our thinking While we lived our lives It counted up our feelings And divided them up even And it called our calculation Perfect love [lives?]
Didn’t even know That love was bigger Didn’t even know That love was so, so Hey hey hey
Hey this fire, this fire It’s burning us up Hey this fire,
It’s burning us Oh, oo oo oo, oo oo oo oo
So we made the hard decision And we each made an incision Past our muscles and our bones Saw our hearts were little stones
Pulled ’em out, they weren’t beating And we weren’t even bleeding As we laid them on the granite counter top
We beat ‘em up against each other We beat ‘em up against each other We struck ‘em hard against each other We struck ’em so hard, so hard until they sparked
Hey this fire, this fire It’s burning us up Hey this fire It’s burning us up Hey this fire
It’s burning us Oh, oo oo oo, oo oo oo oo Oo oo oo oo oo oo
— Regina Spektor, The Calculation