We connect through the void's
Invisible wires
A command, a location
Or our deepest desires
Hands to speak
Our hands grow weak
Talking with hands
Loosing touch
The speed of thought
The speed of light
We harnessed the wind
We banished the night
Hands to speak
Our hands grow weak
Talking with hands
Loosing touch
The hands that made factories
The hands that laid rail
These hands are retired
To virtual mail
Hands to speak
Our hands grow weak
Talking with hands
Loosing touch
No silent glance
No courtship dance
The safety of distance
Without taking a chance
Hands to speak
Our hands grow weak
Talking with hands
Loosing touch
We're so out of touch