Texty: Fish. Incomplete.

We got a 140 stations of 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, it feels so incomplete
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, it feel so incomplete
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

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

You don't hear me anymore
[Incomprehensible]
You don't know me anymore

Oh, it feel so incomplete
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