Corpse Bride

 If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain.

 If you cut me with a knife, it's still the same. 

And I know my heart is beating, and I know that I am dead; 

yet the pain here that I feel,

 try and tell me it's not real, 

and it seems that I still have a tear to shed.

 If I touch a burning candle, 

I can feel no pain.

 In the ice or in the sun, it's all the same. 

Yet I feel my heart is aching; thou it doesn't beat, it's breaking

 and the pain here that I feel, 

try and tell me it's not real.

 I know that I am dead;

 yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed.