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Let your eyes flutter close
Don't breathe
Just wait a moment
Inside of a crowded room
It'll be okay
Wait for motion to subside
The Earth will stop for you
Talk was meant for the phone
Words meant for a screen
Contact was made for animals and Gods
And we're left in between
Sleep, but never too much
Speak, but never say love
Just hold on a moment
Outside of a packed house
They'll all go away
Wait for the oceans to dry
And the Earth to stop on cue
We're just a voice on the phone
Or a letter from miles away
Contact was made for animals and Gods
So we've gone the other way
We're going the other way