Wish that I felt something Not the heat on my back From the warmth of my skin But the terror of knowing That someday it’s all gonna end I wish that I felt something Wish that I felt something Someone died in this room And I don’t feel a thing A voice from beyond Or a telephone ring I wish that I felt something Wish that I felt something When I picture your face It’s a great static screen And I wonder if laying with her You were thinking of me And wish that I felt something Wish that I felt something It’s the middle of winter It’s 14 degrees And I’m constantly thinking How lucky I am, probably Just wish that I felt something