Think your in America
New York maybe, or L.A.
Yeah, America
You
You're
Attached by
A hot wire through my eyes
You
You're
Attached by
A quiet wire through my ear
You
You're
Attached by
These sweet pictures you dubbed in my brain
Dip a finger in me
And paste one more word on your machine
Let me be, distraction
Let me be, dream
Let me be, future
Let me be... Oh oh
Dip a finger in me
And draw my words on your machine
I can dream I can touch you
In a dream
I can feel you twist
I can feel you rise because
You're with me
Through the paper wall I see you
Dancing with another one's dream
Can't help but be my distraction
You're all I dream
Pin-pricked walls' light
Falls over me
Warm until seering
Good until bleeding
I forget, America
Throw something out to me
That's why I liked you, America
Remind me how to breathe (I'm over here)
Dip a finger in me
And paste one more word on your machine
Let me be, distraction
Let me be, dream
Let me be, future
Let me be... Oh oh
Crush a finger in me
And draw my word on your machine
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