Na Na Na etc
verse 1
I am dead at the end of your wire, 'til you twist and pull it.
The tension is all we'll ever have, may as well use it.
Pre-Chorus
The lamplight is cold and abstract, it's thin and it's easy to snap.
All we control and all we constrain, is cruelty, bitterness and pain.
Chorus
I am remote from you now, remote as old diary phrases,
distant as satellites, absence itself.
verse 2
Warmth, is a curious thing, escapes at the merest chance.
I am remote from you now, remote as old diary phrases,
distant as satellites,
I am remote from you now, remote as old diary phrases, distant as satellites, well