Text: Faded Paper Figures. Being There.

Moving days are coming
Like the traffic, full of broken worlds.
Being there
is harder when you feel it,
when your self is long deferred.

And when you talk to me,
don't talk through me.
My remote control
keep you lit up on the screen in my soul.

Typing in your office
while I am holding up the line.

And when you talk to me,
don't talk through me.
Your remorse is code
But you talk right to me
talk right through me
My remote control
keep you lit up on the screen in my soul.

That's what these zeros and ones are saying
that's the code.
That's it.
Zero as a place means one
Zero as a place means...

Absent-minded on the freeway
Just pull over on the shoulder.