Your heart finds interference
With your mind in outer space
As I lay beneath these satellites
Looking up to see your face
Shooting stars and comet tails
We mere mortals still can't find
From the surface of such empathy
Every vagueness so unkind
Florescent lamps with a dirty glance
Technology's reasons to rhyme
Technology gives us more time to come back home
From frontlines to your front door
On a pathway made of stars
We keep drifting in the space between
Like transistors in the dark
My thoughts are all so selfish
With the others left behind
On the surface of futility
Always running out of time
Buzzing lights, only parasites
Technology's reasons to rhyme
Technology changing our minds to come back home
Unplug the phone, take it off the hook
We can't remember how to care
Struggle with choosing the words to say
All to find that they aren't there
We can use the wires to fix you
But when they cross, you can't relate
As your heart finds interference
With your mind in outer space
Your mind in outer space