the muffled moans and screams i hear
between torrenial downpour in michigan
and the five hour time difference between where i am and London
the stars connected and streached across the sea with fiber optic wires and satilite signals
it makes no difference
it rolls os smoothly off of my tounge
... digitally into your mouth
lana, lana, lana, lana, lana, lana
love
so far away with no space left between us
a field of red roses "un-folding"
me holding you
and the claw marks on my back for every time we "connect" to where we communicate
in the dark
in the cold
and every time i hold you
for being so honest
sor being so caring
lana, lana, lana, lana
lana, lana, atalanta
im missing you already
all the digital nights you'll sleep beneath me
and all of the real ones you wont...