Dip

Think your in America?
New York maybe, or L.A?
Ya, America

You
You're
Attached by
A hot wire, through my eyes

You
You're
Attached by
A quiet wire, through my ear
You
You're
Attached by
These sweet pictures you dubed in my brain
Dip a finger in me
And paste one of my words on your machine

Let me be a distraction
Let me be a dream
Let me be the future
Let me be - Oh oh
Dip a finger in me
And draw my words on your machine
In a dream I can touch you
In your dream
I can feel you twist
I can feel you rise because
Your always near

Through the paper wall I see you
Dancing with another ones dream
Can't help but be my distraction
You're all I dream
Pin-pricked walls light
Falls over me
Warm until seering
Good until bleeding

I forget, (America)
Throw something out to me!
Mmm That's why I liked you! (America)
Remind me how to breathe!
(I'm Always here)

Dip a finger in me
And paste one of my words on your machine
Let me, be a distraction
Le me be a dream
Let me be the future
Let me be- Oh oh!
Cross your finger in me
And draw my word on your machine



Credits
Writer(s): George Shimeall, Sarah E. Folkman
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