Cars look oh so so sad.
Roads look oh so so drab.
Windows copied and pasted.
Buildings look pixelated.
Alphabetical names.
Dropping, wet dripping.
No rain will blur invisible ink.
I think you think I wrote it down.
Why are you wired in to the wall?
Why are you wired in it at all?
Know you won't believe it -not until you see it.
No. Know you won't believe it -not until I write it down.
Down...I Touch You, Touch You
I Touch You, Touch You
I Touch You, Touch You