[Lyric] Medication (Owen Otto)

I need a medication
To tune into a foreign station
Where I can hear the plants breathing

I need a silver dollar
A cat's tail
And a drop of virgin blood
To sympathize with all these people

And I live inside a calendar
Walk on maps
Talk on screens
Drive to work
With the radio
Have some time to myself

I need a medication
Eight days in some remote location
Till I can see the lines in my hands

There must be a solution
Software to fuck up the smooth movement
Of planes and trains and words and fingers