Die By Numbers

I lie awake at night and whisper

Communicating with my fingers

Your remote vocabulary

Makes life less ordinary

And we know it's all a joke

But still we kind of hope

That all our tragedies

Amount to something

Wash your hands in a new generation's blood

Wash your hands now

Wash your hands now

Wash your hands in a new generation's love

Wash your hands now

Wash your hands now

I lie alone in bed and wonder

If there is love behind a number

Can broken words and stolen kisses

Fulfill my lovelorn desperate wishes