Hypercommunication

The satellites are screaming

Calling out for love

The city feels so queer now

Ken uses some hand cream

Well you just seem so sad now, is anybody in?

Barbie grabs a gun

I hope she'll have some fun

Hand on to your pillow 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 sad

Hypercommunication

Send back all invitations

And cleans the windows?

(Can you sleep without dreaming of me now)

And she feeds the dogs

And she tortures her laptop

And he cuts a log

There goes your mountain, I will climb mine

There goes your mountain, I will climb mine