Incomplete

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

Oh it feels 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 any more
You don't touch me any more
You don't know me any more

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 oh it feels 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

But you don't hear me any more
You don't touch me any more
You don't know me any more

Oh it feels 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 any more
You don't touch me any more
You don't know me any more