Hue and Cry
Remote
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