Cars look oh so so sad. Roads look oh so so drab. Windows copied and pasted. Buildings look pixelated. Alphabetical names. Dropping, wet dripping. No rain will blur invisible ink. I think you think I wrote it down. Why are you wired in to the wall? Why are you wired in it at all? Know you won't believe it -not until you see it. No. Know you won't believe it -not until I write it down. Down...I Touch You, Touch You I Touch You, Touch You I Touch You, Touch You