Rising in the morning to speak to you
Beneath the feet of the city
You disconnect from me
When you're gone, you take your century

Telephone breath between us
There are no borders between us
Only these wires, dust between the wires and green glass
In the distance, I am your tourist

I need sugar, need a little water sugar
I get thoughts about you, the night wants me like a little lost child
Locked in a safe place, lookin' out the window
The dark move fast past the window
The dark on the other side of the locked door

My thumb's on a Tetris keyring
Movin' in brilliant timing
You pick up the phone and I'm imaginin'

And a little over from the night before
I get a little turned inside out
I get a little shy in the morning
Skin come close

Tiny wires in her ears
Sliding through the city
Tiny wires in her ears
Sliding through the city
Rising in the morning to speak to you
Beneath the feet of the city
Click, disconnect from me
Click, when you're gone, you take your century

There are no borders between us
Only these wires, dust between the wires and green glass
In the distance, I am your tourist