I can see you're keeping your distance We're neither touching nor apart Cat's eyes glow white in reassurance We're nearer to the end than to the start I look at screens a hundred times longer than I look into Your eyes Who am I? Whatever I touch turns to I'm a mayfly caught in a strobe I'm a program waiting to load I talk before I've thought of an answer Crossing out our common ground You turn away, your face in blue Being whoever you are to the others Who am I? Whatever I touch turns to I'm a program waiting to load I'm a mayfly caught in a strobe There will be other roads Wherever we go But I reached my limit at our intersection And now we only touch At our inbetween And I'm tired of being just a reflection Am I just a Cat's Eye? Will I find no light of my own? Who am I? Whatever I touch turns to I'm a program waiting to load Who am I? Whatever I touch turns to I'm a mayfly caught in a strobe