Molecules-Sam Bisbee

Molecules - Sam Bisbee Satellite dishes stretch across the countryside We stand up dazed as TV culture multiplies Politicians glide us through this sound-byte age of video Things always seem much better when you see them on a camcorder super slow-mo No sensation, what sensation is this, a conversation To feel your body move is a cryptic, morse code realization An incantation, each imperceptible collision Through every ripple of electromagnetism Molecules stretch from me to you From me to you, from me to you From me to you, from me to you With the clouds above our heads we rise upward a skyscraper My eyes, a telescope and a five-dollar observation tower I watch you speak but I can't hear your voice above the wind It's strange to be outside without the static blur of television Understand and dreaming of a softened landing Followed by feet on the ground, still standing I can't communicate this condensed and heightened state Of satiation and each time I'm singing myself to sleep You're taking me back to beyond concentration Molecules stretch from me to you From me to you, from me to you From me to you, from me to you From me to you, from me to you 37.6 KBps, faster than the speed of thought These laptop outpost strands, the wireless web the future bought But my face goes dark now, it means I'm just saving energy but still staring out Waiting for your fingertips to scream hello with a typewritten shout And you're pulling me closer with a modem cord I can hear your voice, feel your breath as I move from word to word But we never even had a choice To be anywhere but here in the middle of the noise Where molecules have always stretched From me to you, from me to you From me to you, from me to you From me to you, from me to you From me to you, from me to you