Hypercommunication

Satellites are screaming
Calling out for love
The city is a queer now
Can't use this as a hand cream
Well, it just seems so sad now
Is anybody in?
Barbie grabs her gun
I hope she'll have some fun, son
So just hang on to your pillow
Though I could love you so

You will never call me back
For you know that you've been bad
I will never call you back
These things aren't even said
Hyper-communication
Send back all invitations

And he cleans the windows
(Can you sleep without dreaming of me now?)
And she feeds the dogs
(Can you sleep without dreaming of me now?)
And she touches her laptop
(Can you sleep without dreaming of me now?)
And he cuts the parking lot
(Can you sleep without dreaming of me now?)

Veniens flash on your face
Somehow, you look so fine
The rain pours out through the lace
Doesn't make you mine
And then you grab your gun
For I'm the only one
If I had no ego
You would despise me so

Will you ever call me back
For you're scared of being sad?
Will I ever call you back?
These things just drive me mad
Hyper-communication
Send back all invitations

And he cleans the windows
(Can you sleep without dreaming of me now?)
And she feeds the dogs
(Can you sleep without dreaming of me now?)
And she touches her laptop
(Can you sleep without dreaming of me now?)
And he cuts the lot
(Can you sleep without dreaming of me now?)

There goes your mountain
I will climb mine
There goes your mountain
I will climb mine
There goes your mountain
I will climb mine
There goes your mountain
I will climb mine
There goes your mountain
I will climb mine
There goes your mountain
I will climb mine
There goes your mountain
I will climb mine