The Motions

From small pins to fiery burns These are the signals of my dying nerves Singed by the heat of your lines and curves Into a fire that could scorch the earth I'm going through the motions I'm going through the motions I'm going through the motions I'm going through 'em But I can't remember how to feel If this is chemical Oh if this is chemical Oh if this is chemical Oh if this is chemical Then I am not afraid to be bound to the impulses of science If this is chemical Oh if this is chemical Oh if this is chemical Oh if this is chemical Then I am not ashamed to be owned by the impulses From small shocks to surgin' bolts These are the signals from my spinal post Sent down the wires through their lines and folds Into a riot on my frontal lobe I'm going through the motions I'm going through the motions I'm going through the motions I'm going through 'em But I can't remember how to feel Since I ran my hands over you Nothing else will ever do now To cool me down If this is chemical Oh if this is chemical Oh if this is chemical Oh if this is chemical Then I am not afraid to be bound to the impulses of science If this is chemical Oh if this is chemical Oh if this is chemical Oh if this is chemical Then I am not ashamed to be owned by the impulses Since I ran my hands over you Nothing else will ever do Since I ran my hands over you Nothing else will ever do Since I ran my hands over you Nothing else will ever do now To cool me down If this is chemical Oh if this is chemical Oh if this is chemical Oh if this is chemical Then I am not afraid to be bound to the impulses of science If this is chemical Oh if this is chemical Oh if this is chemical Oh if this is chemical Then I am not ashamed to be owned by the impulses of science If this is chemical If this is chemical If this is chemical If this is chemical I can't remember how to feel If this is chemical If this is chemical If this is chemical If this is chemical Then I am not ashamed to be owned by the impulses of science --- The Motions - Dashboard Confessional