Day 1, line 2, found 3 cassettes of you
Explaining what to do
If they were found
Your distant voice recalls the best of you
The years obsessed with you
In sequenced sound

Dropping a fullscreen on a six-string let me memorise it
Stand in a doorway of a gatefold and I criticise it
Frequency pulsewave in a sawtooth rhythm can’t disguise it
Fidgety digit position the tone

You and I alone
Talking on the phone
Something in your voice
Leaves me with no choice

I placed them in a box below a stream
Revealed it in a dream
Did it get through?

Trigger a tritone on a twelve-track when you synthesise it
Channel a force nine through a stage door just to civilise it
Flipping a cartwheel in a show home as they analyse it
Hiding a mystery under a stone

You and I alone
Talking on the phone
Something in your tone
Memories unknown

Ghost box, house arrest
Strange fruit, infinite jest
Black dice, kandy korn
Piper at the gates of dawn
Third policeman, prince parade
Educating marmalade
World of echo, court and spark
Leland palmer in the dark

You and I alone
Talking on the phone
You and I alone
Talking on the phone

Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh