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 of my words 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 your dream
I can feel you twist
I can feel you rise because
Your always near
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 of my words on your machine
Let me be, distraction
Let me be, dream
Let me be, future
Let me be... Oh oh
Crush your finger in me
And draw my word on your machine
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