A conversation, when there's nothin to say

conversation, when there's nothin to say
Imagination, makes more real than a face
Intoxicated, by the taste of her smile
Clostrophobic, it's been more than a while

In the dead of night, via satelite
Will you be my love? Will you deep blue love?
Far in outer space, make more love than place, 
For this deep blue love, you're my deep blue love

Slick as the silence you have sown,
Quick as the death that I have always known,
Again
Out of the darkness black your eyes,
Fighting still fighting reaping spies
Touch me and tell me what you see,
Little by little you're mass effecting me

In the dead of night, via satelite
Will you be my love? Will you deep blue love?
Far in outer space, make more love than place, 
For this deep blue love, you're my deep blue love

(Chorus)

Suffocating, in the vacuum of space,
Resuscitate me, the blue eyed spectre of grace