Eighteen shows in twenty days I missed you by the 2nd
This city's full of walking dead
Was sleepless by the 7th
Phone booth calls me from the air, I wonder if they listen
The cosmonauts connecting us from satellites that I've never been to or never will

As we talk the speed of sound moves slower than we listen
Our phrases are decoded by the cosmonaut technicians
Always rain and always grey, this broken English accent
Is drowning out your voice tonight, and I'm barely speaking

Now I've lost all feeling

This is how it goes tonight, we're distance-challenged lover
This is how it goes tonight, we're polar from the other
This is how it goes tonight, as you rise I'm setting
This is how it goes tonight, and I'm barely breathing

Now I've lost all feeling