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