M'Lady in the East

The codec fails to hold your finer details
but I still draw them in my mind

somewhere betwixt our realities
your sequenced ikons meander for eternity

your signal strays - bewray my clouded malaise
failing transmission - you're gone, you're gone, you're gone…

What can I do, you're in the far, far East?
beyond my Pacific view, a treasure in Beijing
six-thousand miles away, you're so out of reach

When you're here with me my world comes back to life
and this eight-bit, low-res existence becomes high-res for one night
Don't know how to prove it, but I love you more than life
when you go away I'm reduced to seventy-two dpi

Your image hangs; the pixel's rendering feigns
Avant-Garde reliquary - so near, so dear

What can I do, you're in the far, far East?
you live in the future, wrapped in modish Peking
your digitized replica is so illusory

When you're here with me my world comes back to life
and this eight-bit, low-res existence becomes high-res for one night
Don't know how to prove it, but I love you more than life
when you go away I'm reduced to seventy-two dpi

The codec fails to hold your finer details
but I still draw them in my mind
yes, I can draw them; I can draw you...