We covered ourselves in our blanket statements
To keep us warm in the wilderness
And you got pretty good at building a fire
Though the video loaded for over an hour
The signals are weak
And our data plans are f*cked
But we'll be alright
The stars shown through like holes punched in a black canvas
Stretched over the bright soul of the universe
Our phones must have died three or four weeks ago
But we've hardly noticed
Conversation's carrying us through
A more pure connection
When your hand reaches out
When your half awake
You'll forever fine me
I'm here to stay
And I'll feel your weight next to mine
Even before I open my eyes