[Lisa could it be that we're electric?
Could there be a world we've pushed away?]
Lisa I'm afraid that I'm electric
The languages I speak are not my own
I make no time for human interaction
I have computers now: they've replaced my soul
I hear the sound of our voices
And results of our choices
"You're going to the moon?"
"I hope you call me soon"
Lisa I'm concerned you've gone electric
Are you the girl I knew so far away?
I'm afraid that you might be trajectic
Write me a song so I know you're okay
I hear the sound of our voices
And results of our choices
"We're going to the moon?"
"I hope we get there soon"