Your rules on interaction What are you waiting for? Nobody's home we're all out trying to find one The recipe a clear connection the time the time the time the time The direction we just want we don't know This one wants the art this one wants the politic Everybody wants their own damn station If we're so fine maybe you can tell me why no one counts until they're dead I asked you, I asked you a question, The imperfections are here to find if your position is so unkind Everything is not alright And since we live in present tense the only hope of making sense All depends on the source of light Everything is closed captioned so come on