Sara Messenger © 1997
I’m seeing words
Hearing voices
Without form or dimension
Can’t help but wonder
What is your intention?
I’ve had my share
Of cheaters and users
Always been too loser-friendly
As for the past
I’ve insufficient memory
So I’ll wait online
For disembodied love
Yes, I’ll wait online
For your e-mail to come
Come to my house
At fourteen thousand bauds
But no body and no face
You’ve met my mind
Outside of time and space
Don’t want to see
What you look like
Just want to feel your embrace
One of these days
We’ll have to interface (to face)
Disembodied love
This is disembodied love
Disembodied, this embodies love
And should I come
Meet you in real time
Would this affection survive?
From here to there
Could be a long and hard drive
So I’ll wait online
For disembodied love
Yes, I’ll wait online
For your e-mail to come
Disembodied love
This is disembodied love
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