Locked In Memory

Three monitors shining cold and bright

I'm staring down the server light

Your contact card is grey and blocked

But in my mind,

the door is locked

You watch the exit like it owes you cash

While I'm waiting for the system crash (waiting to crash)

I see you standing in the back of my mind

Leaving all the data trails behind

Oh, let the late summer air

clear out the screen The sweetest connection we've ever seen Out of

the server closet,

into the drive

For the first time feeling fully alive

(fully alive!)

Gridlocked on the interstate at three

No more screens between you and me

I wiped the cache and cleared the queue

But some sectors still trace back to you

(always you)

We build the walls,

we block the feeds But memory is a wild weed

Growing through the cracks of the screen

Three screens fade out

In the late night drive (fade it out,

fade it out)