Do we inhabit some micro-space
And interface through wires.
Dance on a printed circuit board
Throw the software to the fires.

My memory is slim, so volatile
But I'm learning.
Plug yourself in.
Stay for awhile

Un-discerning.
And on dusty terminals
Finger me lightly do.
And QWERTY is the name of love

Printed on the V.D.U.
Cut yourself free.
We're all alone communicating.

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Writer(s): IAN ANDERSON, PETER-JOHN VETTESE