Kate, we're stuck here for awhile

The only service station closed tonight at five

The transmission has conspired against our silence;

And it relieved us of the goal that we have tried to hide behind

Kate, the pamphlets can all wait

We'll send them in the morning

They'll just be a little late

You've got a banner wrapped around you like a blanket

And a cell phone that we swore a blood oath we would never buy

Have you got this terrifying notion

That this is not a shared experience?

Just synchronized, solitary moments

Bound by belief in this alone?

Kate... is there anything left to smoke?

I feel like I'm drowning...

You talk to me in code

Staring at a wooden footbridge, you say

"It's a marvel of construction

Two weaknesses combine to become a strength."

And have you got this terrifying notion

That this is not a shared experience?

Just synchronized, solitary moments

Bound by belief in this alone?