Stretching between us, like skin over knuckles

The truth of the movement underneath, the bones and bundles

Of fibres connecting, ever twisting, resurrecting us

From our private demises - Oh, how I seek to survive

Still in you

Though I know it isn’t right to need to

It’s the only thing that feels like home, that gets me through the night

I want to be at home

Please don’t turn out my light

Is it a truth if you can feel its breath, warm against the back of your neck

At the edges of your vision, like a migraine aura

It’s snowing on the screen

And I can’t see until I eat something

Turn up the noise-cancelling

Rest your little cheek against the electric-hot screen

No one can find you here

That sickness at the corners, like a light-flare blowing out the frame

When you say, I love you, but I might have to go away

To be a good woman and decent

How can I move according to my own heart’s beating?

And can I show it even more than you could give me

And love the parts that were ignored?

So, turn off the dial the program’s done

All there is now is to watch the grey ants moving back and forth

To your song

You say you’re floating above yourself

Well I’ll see you there

‘Cause I feel you everywhere, everywhere, everywhere

Turn up the white-noise now that the programs are all done

All there is now is to watch the grey ants dancing back and forth

To your song, to your song