Kate, we're stuck here for awhile
The only service station closed tonight at five
The transmission has conspired against our silence;
And it relieved us of the goal that we have tried to hide behind
Kate, the pamphlets can all wait
We'll send them in the morning
They'll just be a little late
You've got a banner wrapped around you like a blanket
And a cell phone that we swore a blood oath we would never buy
Have you got this terrifying notion
That this is not a shared experience?
Just synchronized, solitary moments
Bound by belief in this alone?
Kate... is there anything left to smoke?
I feel like I'm drowning...
You talk to me in code
Staring at a wooden footbridge, you say
"It's a marvel of construction
Two weaknesses combine to become a strength."
And have you got this terrifying notion
That this is not a shared experience?
Just synchronized, solitary moments
Bound by belief in this alone?