The Ethernet As night comes to the city she's working hard on her computer She takes her work and bundles it up, then she shrugs her shoulders Slowly plods her way downstairs, drop the key off, starts the motor, Saves her life on tiny disks, there're not backed up, but she'll take that risk.
Give or take an hour or two, he'll be heading in the same direction Swapping one desktop for another in the search of his reflection Figures dance before his eyes, but keep the world outside at distance Help to keep outside ? the night.
Four floors up he knows she's gone, he felt the movement in the ether With the city spread below, he calls to her across suburbia The city will not carry his voice tonight
Back at home the keys still click to the rhythm of their isolation The flicker on the VDU's got the same old shade of grey frustration Both the desktops look the same in the quiet of their bedrooms Help to keep outside ? the night.
Four floors up he knows she's gone, he felt the movement in the ether With the city spread below, he calls to her across suburbia Though the tiny icon lights up green in an empty room but goes unseen, She can't hear his hi-fi ? Joni singing ?Everything comes and goes, Pleasure moves on too early trouble leaves too slow? - not tonight
He never knows if he'll be found, running for the underground But she looks for him in there Scanners trace him though the park, a red dot moving through the dark She waits for him in there All the anger, all the pain, surface inside again All the passion, all the sex, all the heat of being... cyber ? ex Waiting on the Ethernet, but he's not connected yet.