Our love went all digital, your current of passion
passing through the air and lighting me right up
fastforwardingallthetouchesandthekissestheygosofast,
until, your head is against my chest, and, it, all, slows,
down. Press my hand and we turn interactive,
flashes of late-night drama rollercoasters
displayed to a modern audience...
...and the age old argument is restarted,
they want to change the channel but I want to watch
your eyes forever until my license runs out
and you decide to shut it all down.
You are the show, the show is unmissable
and if you like it, it will run for several months
until a cliched cliffhanger where somebody cries
and somebody almost dies. But the lights will
carry on dancing and the actors will play their parts
in this dark theatre of everlasting lust.
