This song is available on the Strangeheart Vol 1 album at Bandcamp

<3 (Less Than Three)
Music: Lyndon Heart
Lyrics: Salome Strangelove

Less than three she types to me
From some Starbucks in Savannah
A thousand miles away and
Yet so very close inside
I type back it looks like rain
And she plays Pollyanna
Warmin’ up the world around me
She helps me take it all in stride

A dozen times a day
I mail her postcards in my mind
For a man who’s been so careful
I just can’t stop flyin’ blind
I question everything
But that just leaves me wanting more
If it’s a sickness
I ain’t looking for a cure

I know you think I’m crazy
Saying this is meant to be
Well, all that I can tell you
Is that she is my less than three

Sure I could play the cynic
Could throw it down the track
You think I’m flirtin’ with the third rail
Got a monkey on my back
But you have never heard the way
She laughs when she’s afraid
It’s like a vesper
Some sweet southern serenade

And I know you think I’m crazy
Saying this is meant to be
Well, all that I can tell you
Is that she is my less than three

Technology and time
Give about the same they steal
If it’s not right beside us
Does that mean it isn’t real
I may not have the answers
But I sure know the way I feel

And I know you think I’m crazy
Saying this is meant to be
When all that I can tell you
Is that she is my less than three