Incomplete

We got one hundred-forty stations on satellite

Beaming on down to our home, but I'm watching you

I've got half a million bills to pay

You never hear a word I say; I dream of you

Oh, I feel so incomplete

Oh, oh, it seems so incomplete

If we could only close the distance

If we could only cross these lines

If we could only fill the space

That's grown between us over time

You don't hear me anymore

You don't touch me anymore

You don't know me anymore

There's a wedding dress in a suitcase

Full of memories in the attic; I think of you

Where the ghosts of summer butterflies

They gather in the dust; I long for you

Oh, I feel so incomplete

Oh, oh it seems so incomplete

If we could only bring those days

Back when there were never wounds to heal

When everything was perfect

And the dream we had was real

You don't hear me anymore

You don't touch me anymore

You don't know me anymore

Oh, I feel so incomplete

Oh, oh it seems so incomplete

When there were never any questions

Over who or what we were

And the future only promised

All the answers to our prayers

You don't hear me anymore

You don't touch me anymore

You don't know me anymore