I lie awake at night and whispernCommunicating with my fingersnYour remote vocabularynMakes life less ordinarynnAnd we know it's all a jokenBut still we kind of hopenThat all our tragediesnAmount to somethingnnWash your hands in a new generation's bloodnnWash your hands nownWash your hands nownnWash your hands in a new generation's lovennWash your hands nownWash your hands nownnI lie alone in bed and wondernIf there is love behind a numbernCan broken words and stolen kissesnFulfill my lovelorn desperate wishes