Think your in America New York maybe, or L.A. Yeah, America You You're Attached by A hot wire through my eyes You You're Attached by A quiet wire through my ear You You're Attached by These sweet pictures you dubbed in my brain Dip a finger in me And paste one of my words on your machine Let me be, distraction Let me be, dream Let me be, future Let me be... Oh oh Dip a finger in me And draw my words on your machine I can dream I can touch you In your dream I can feel you twist I can feel you rise because Your always near Through the paper wall I see you Dancing with another one's dream Can't help but be my distraction You're all I dream Pin-pricked walls' light Falls over me Warm until seering Good until bleeding I forget, America Throw something out to me That's why I liked you, America Remind me how to breathe (I'm over here) Dip a finger in me And paste one of my words on your machine Let me be, distraction Let me be, dream Let me be, future Let me be... Oh oh Crush your finger in me And draw my word on your machine