Die by numbers

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