We exchange smiles
Believing we're tight
Subject to approval
Of everyday life

It’s all a charade
Kids making nice
Remaining strangers
Of our own device

We seem to relate
With nothing to say
Anticipate futures
Disappearing away

We know it's inherent
With no end in sight
We remain distant
Alone here tonight

We’re in it together
Multiplied twice

Familiar strangers
Of our own device