there is a pump in my chest that seems to love you best, and the copper does confess a slight attraction.but magnets and poles excercise their own controls and we're halfway round the world before we know we're far from home. yeah, we're halfway round the world before we know that we're alone.
and the tangle of wires and appetites stretch out and unwind inside my stomach. like antennae raise high, fingers extend toward the sky, before the signal dies i'll find your frequency, before the signal dies i'll find you calling me.
and i'll be waiting so still, like ive been waiting all the while, to hear that electronic hum behind your smile.