Thomas Dolby

Strange how the scale forms
in tiny patterns
on my antenna
and the Five O'clock Show, hello hello...
Brooklyn is crawling with famous people
I turn my vehicle beneath the river, West from South
Through the airwaves -
people never read the airwaves
do we only feed the airwaves
or stamp them out of street level?
Airwaves - the dampness of the wind
the airwaves - the tension of the skin
the airwaves I really should have seen through the airwaves
Electric fences line our new freeway
here in the half-light, the motorhomes leave
knee-deep in water under a pylon
how slow my heartbeat, how thin the air I'm breathing in
Control has enabled the abandoned wires again