Press your face up to the screen
And you can feel the static
You can hear the emptiness of space
Sings out so tender so erratic
You said in a tough voice you learned from a late night movie
Take my hand little brother or better come with me
As the hatchback came around and circled the cul-de-sac
I could tell I was going home and you were never coming back
Press your face up to the screen
And you can feel the static
You can hear the emptiness of space
Sings out so tender so erratic
Strange shapes by the road draped in cellophane
Drag me back to your old checked dress billowing in the rain
Service station coffee, well it reeks like sour milk
When you're spinning to the ground it's a little late to ask for help
Press your face up to the screen
And you can feel the static
You can hear the emptiness of space
Sings out so tender so erratic
Ten weeks is a long time to be away from home
If you look real close you can see that something's going wrong
The sand beneath my feet felt just like the sand
On the beach where I had held your ashes in my hand
Press your face up to the screen
And you can feel the static
You can hear the emptiness of space
Sings out so tender so erratic
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