He in the scene, She inside screens

Can’t say why my tongue turns dry
When I plead to you and I say: please stay
Don’t know how you still arouse
With your designed stare, blank and bare
The tunes of yesterdays
Yes, you crowd my waking hours, give me a break
But I’m lonely in my dreams, please stay

People say, they love your face
Your teeth and eyelashes, mannequin dresses
Can launch a thousand sales
And in the screens, in magazines
You’re multiplying, I’m turning blind
I’ve seen the fingertips, which decide how you show and sell
Yes I’m tired of your screen presence, flattened away
But in my mindscreen’s mise en scene, please stay
Yes, you crowd my waking hours, give me a break
But I’m lonely in my dreams, please stay.

Can you say when we will again
In our walks on boulevards
Wet our feet in early rain’s remains; when?
When in a park in dusklit dark
Namelessly, therefore shamelessly
We will lock our lips & drench the breeze, the evening trees in silence
Yes I paint the days to come in hues of yesterdays
But I’m stranded in my reveries, please stay
Yes, you crowd my waking hours, give me a break
But I’m lonely in my dreams, please stay.

Now when I wait and count my change
For cigarettes, waiting for your car
To turn in a distant bend
I hide my face from yesterdays
When in the evening crowd I’m singled out
Identified like a man in debt by your consumers who were friends
“Cause you’re shining in glow-sign luminescence
I’m standing underneath your billboard smile, well displayed
Yes, you crowd my waking hours, give me a break
But I’m lonely in my dreams, please stay.