Hot skin, locked eyes, cold hearts with
Intentions as deep as teenage lovers or
A scripted headset 1,000 miles away.
(You)'re call is very important to us.

Hot skin, locked eyes, dizzied thoughts of
Red passion as far from amorous as
The idea of "us" is yet
My breathe-in harmonizes solely with your breathe-out.

Hot skin, locked eyes, stained innocence that
Even Billy Mays couldn't out-shout,
A shattering silence only amplified
With clenched knuckles whiter than an alcoholic's.

Hot skin, locked eyes, skewed expectations of
This platonic state -- yet why is it that
Whether I am warmed by another "not you" or not,
The bed is still half empty?