Weatherday - Only us and linger on

I'm waiting for a collision
To map our body
In the morning show
Our nails have grown
Only us and linger on
Only us and linger on
Only us and linger on

Digital selves in sympathy
Space evasive cradle keen
Fall in close fall in fast
Two scared to be seen
It's too easy to be honest
It's too fast to understand
It's too close to be unreal
Quickest way to the hand
It feels okay to be modern
It feels good to become yours

Turn me on
Feed me lines
Waiting to be real
Waiting for a collision
Turn me on
Feed me lines
In a different space
Crush before the collision