You faxed me a grainy image,
breaking our quiet last night.
Ripped from the nebulous ether,
it was sent in dithered black and white.
Do you hear me up there,
Can you hear me through the noise?
Do you hear me up there,
Can you hear me?
I failed to grasp the spirals,
printed on that page you drew;
but I'll be damned and dead,
when I let you know that too.
Do you hear me up there,
Can you hear me through the noise?
Do you hear me up there,
Can you hear me?
I couldn't find a voice,
for your position.
So I hid with easy words,
I'm just a musician.
Do you hear me up there,
Can you hear me through the noise?
Do you hear me up there,
Can you hear me?
My plastic talked with yours,
in the gloom of the next eve;
their prattle pulled my feelings,
through a crisscross copper sieve.
Do you hear me up there,
Can you hear me through the noise?
Do you hear me up there,
Can you hear me?
Do you hear me up there,
Can you hear me through the noise?
Do you hear me up there,
Can you hear me?

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