Still No Closer

These long nights are full of waiting
I stand aiming my receiver
Pulse that quickens as the signal pours in
And I the warm translator
I the warm translator
The warm vibrations and the emptiness
And the black sky past the curtain
I am speaking in images converted
Between myself and the world
Out into the world
And you are full of information
You are full of information
Full of information
Some things you have known forever in your mind
But how will you describe them
You try with abstraction and you try with example
But still no closer
Still you don't get closer
And you are full of information
You are full of information
Full of information
These long nights are full of waiting
I stand aiming my receiver
Pulse that quickens as the signal pours in
And I the warm translator
I the warm translator
And you are full of information
You are full of information