S.O.S.

There's something so inferior
About the way we live
Breathing through our mouths
And kissing with our lips

I look to the sky
Pleading for a guide...
There's something so superior
About the way they live

They don't breathe through their mouths
They don't kiss with their lips
They look up from the sky
And they can't help but sigh

S.O.S
I send a message of distress
Up beyond the on the stars
Can you hear me up on Mars?

It's alright
If you can't make the flight
You can call me on the phone
Or send a letter to my home

There's something unfamiliar
About the way you dance
You don't look at your feet
You don't lift up your hands

I tap you and say 'hi'
You turn around and sigh
There's something unfamiliar
About the way you kiss

You have a foot ten tongue
And you don't use your lips
I stare into your eyes
And satellite the sky