She's Made of Wires Songtext
von Color Theory

She hums underneath the covers
We share a bed but not a soul
She′s wearing a suit of armor
And her touch is always cold

But somewhere in that uncanny valley
We built a life, a sort of family
I almost convince myself I'm happy
She′s made of wires, she's made of wires

She's nearly perfect
Romantically superhuman
But she isn′t you

We′re mutually codependent
I'm both her master and her slave
Obedient and efficient
I long to see her misbehave


But I am her God, her one religion
This is the stuff of science fiction
Tells me she loves me with conviction
She′s made of wires, she's made of wires

She′s nearly perfect
Romantically superhuman
But she isn't you

She worships my imperfections
This mess of blood and guts and germs
No matter how much I love her
We′ll never be on equal terms

I wonder if we could make her jealous
She's not the type to be possessive
Just one kiss and she would get the message
She's good at math, she′s good at math

She′s nearly perfect
Romantically superhuman
But she isn't you