Remote - Hue & Cry

I am dead on the end of your wire

Till you twist and pull it

The tension is all that we’ll ever have

May as well use it

The lifeline is cold and abstract

It’s thin and easy to snap

All that we control and all we constrain

Is cruelty, bitterness, and pain

I am remote from you now

Remote as old diary phrases

Distant as satellites

Absence itself

Warmth is a curious thing

Escapes at the merest chance

Friction it so dearly loves

And friction oh it hates

The lifeline is cold and abstract

It’s thin and easy to snap

All that we control and all we constrain

Is cruelty — bitterness — and pain!

I am remote from you now

Remote as old diary phrases

Distant as satellites

I am remote from you now

Remote as old diary phrases

Distant as satellites

Absence itself

All that we control and all we constrain

Is cruelty, bitterness, and pain

All that we control and all we constrain

Is cruelty — bitterness — and pain!

I am remote from you now

Remote as old diary phrases

Distant as satellites, well

I am remote from you now

Remote as old diary phrases

Distant as satellites

Absence itself

I am remote from you now

I am remote from you now

I am remote now, I am remote now

I am remote from you now

I am remote now, I am remote now

I am remote from you now