Wake up   We can’t sleep in   I’m warm and my heart just beeped again   Your ear against my skin   I’ll telephone all my friends and you write the sound down   Bare feet on cold air floor   Coerced us to dance with sideways morning hair   And then back into the bedroom glow   Trace your lips and check you out   And fall asleep again to the audio of a foreign film   I’m learning your sounds now   I’m no use in a hostile world that hides me from the sound   Bending tones through terrible phones   There’s a pulsing noise when they jam our codes   Prepaid phonio   It’s a shame about us they way they spread us out   It’s the worst part   It’s the worst part dear when you’re not in zone   I’m blinding eyes and you’re an optical tone   I could use gears to grind out a road   But the story starts when I gain some control