we stand like ghosts of glass with hearts of melting sand
seconds: all we have

reaching out to touch our dreams
fingerprints upon the tv screen

is there nothing more than this?
isolation and your eyes in electric blue

your hands upon my skin
but I don't feel a thing
just another night passing me by

you're nothing but the colours that you shine!
faces in the light of the neon cold sky!

your liquid crystal face never looked so grey
as today
so far away...