*Spoken*
Think your in America?
New York maybe, or L.A?
Ya, 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 dubed in my brain.
Dip a finger in me,
And paste one of my words on your machine.
Let me be a distraction,
Let me be a dream.
Let me be the future,
Let me be - Oh oh.
Dip a finger in me,
And draw my words on your machine.
In a 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 ones 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!
Mmm That's why I liked you!
(America)
Remind me how to breathe!
(I'm Always here)
Dip a finger in me,
And paste one of my words on your machine.
Let me, be a distraction.
Le me be a dream.
Let me be the future.
Let me be- Oh oh!
Cross your finger in me.
And draw my word on your machine.
Writer(s): George Shimeall, Sarah E. Folkman
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