Zeno Scorns The Idle Hands

I'm up here
Second floor
From the top

Scattering my eyes
Across the sky

I search for
Our house
Where you are

Watching a soap
Bar you from me

There's a ring
At my back
And on my hand

Touching the receiver
I raise

Rays of light
Strike my face
There is a voice

Talking to me
Through the air

I don't care
That my boss
Sees me smile

Talking to you
In my chair

A while more
I'll be home
For the night

Holding your body
Never too near