I lie awake at night and whisper
communicating with my fingers
Your remote vocabulary
makes life less ordinary
And we know it‘s all a joke
but still we kind of hope
that all our tragedies
amount to something
Wash your hands in a new generation‘s blood
Wash your hands now
wash your hands now
Wash your hands in a new generation‘s love
Wash your hands now
wash your hands now
I lie alone in bed and wonder
if there is love behind a number
Can broken words and stolen kisses
fulfill my lovelorn desperate wishes.