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? I really should have seen through the airwaves
Electric fences line our new freeway Here in the half-light, the motor homes leave Knee-deep in water under a pylon How slow my heartbeat? How thin the air I'm breathing in?
Through the airwaves People never read the airwaves Do we only feed the airwaves Or stamp them out at street level? Airwaves, dampness of the wind the airwaves The tension of the skin the airwaves
Control has enabled the abandoned wires again But the copper cables all rust in the acid rain That flood the subway with elements of our corrosion Cabled in to me, yeah cabled them to me Cabled them to me
Be in my broadcast when this is over Give me your shoulder, I need a place to wait for morning No it was nothing, some car backfiring Please don't ask questions I itch all over, let me sleep
Through the airwaves People never read the airwaves Do we only feed the airwaves Or stamp them out at street level? Airwaves, dampness of the wind the airwaves The tension of the skin the airwaves I really should have seen through the airwaves
People never read the airwaves Do we only feed the airwaves Or stamp them out at street level? Airwaves, dampness of the wind the airwaves The tension of the skin the airwaves I really should have seen through the airwaves
People never read the airwaves Do we only feed the airwaves? Through the airwaves Dampness of the wind the airwaves The tension of the skin the airwaves I really should have seen through the airwaves
Compositor: Thomas Morgan Robertson (Dolby Thomas) ECAD: Obra #1435851 Fonograma #6299478