Wake up
We can’t sleep in
I’m warm and my heart just beeped again
Your ear against my skin
I’ll telephone all my friends and you write the sound down
Bare feet on cold air floor
Coerced us to dance with sideways morning hair
And then back into the bedroom glow
Trace your lips and check you out
And fall asleep again to the audio of a foreign film
I’m learning your sounds now
I’m no use in a hostile world that hides me from the sound
Bending tones through terrible phones
There’s a pulsing noise when they jam our codes
Prepaid phonio
It’s a shame about us they way they spread us out
It’s the worst part
It’s the worst part dear when you’re not in zone
I’m blinding eyes and you’re an optical tone
I could use gears to grind out a road
But the story starts when I gain some control