Molecules

Satellite dishes stretch across the countryside
We stand up dazed as TV culture multiplies
Politicians glide us through this sound-byte age of video
Things always seem much better when you see them on a camcorder super slow-mo
No sensation, what sensation is this, a conversation
To feel your body move is a cryptic, morse code realization
An incantation, each imperceptible collision
Through every ripple of electromagnetism
Molecules stretch from me to you
From me to you, from me to you
From me to you, from me to you
With the clouds above our heads we rise upward a skyscraper
My eyes, a telescope and a five-dollar observation tower
I watch you speak but I can't hear your voice above the wind
It's strange to be outside without the static blur of television
Understand and dreaming of a softened landing
Followed by feet on the ground, still standing
I can't communicate this condensed and heightened state
Of satiation and each time I'm singing myself to sleep
You're taking me back to beyond concentration
Molecules stretch from me to you
From me to you, from me to you
From me to you, from me to you
From me to you, from me to you
37.6 KBps, faster than the speed of thought
These laptop outpost strands, the wireless web the future bought
But my face goes dark now, it means I'm just saving energy but still staring out
Waiting for your fingertips to scream hello with a typewritten shout
And you're pulling me closer with a modem cord
I can hear your voice, feel your breath as I move from word to word
But we never even had a choice
To be anywhere but here in the middle of the noise
Where molecules have always stretched
From me to you, from me to you
From me to you, from me to you
From me to you, from me to you