Among the wireless tendrils I see you
Across the acres of white noise
Telephone towers that puncture the skyline
Distended estuaries leaking
(Leaking)
Among the quiet, in twilight I see you
Wandering mind without institute
I cross the wires, introspect and control
Chaotic details in situ
I can think of nothing but this machine
Whether you stumble through, onwards I propagate
Under the traffic lights drilled into the concrete
After we open ourselves up to commiserate
Among the satellites strung up in outer space
Your new contraption works
Built upon circuit boards and welded to us
Shadow fingers tickle clouds smothering isolated words
Sung in the night at home and heard by a million