We got one hundred-forty stations on satellite Beaming on down to our home, but I'm watching you I've got half a million bills to pay You never hear a word I say; I dream of you

Oh, I feel so incomplete Oh, oh, it seems so incomplete If we could only close the distance If we could only cross these lines If we could only fill the space That's grown between us over time

You don't hear me anymore You don't touch me anymore You don't know me anymore There's a wedding dress in a suitcase Full of memories in the attic; I think of you Where the ghosts of summer butterflies They gather in the dust; I long for you

Oh, I feel so incomplete Oh, oh it seems so incomplete If we could only bring those days Back when there were never wounds to heal When everything was perfect And the dream we had was real

You don't hear me anymore You don't touch me anymore You don't know me anymore Oh, I feel so incomplete Oh, oh it seems so incomplete When there were never any questions Over who or what we were And the future only promised All the answers to our prayers

You don't hear me anymore You don't touch me anymore You don't know me anymore