I'm on my way back to the time, before we were wired. I'm on my way back from the light of switchboards and dials back from chaos, rewind I'm on my way back from the time, of mainframes and lines I'm on my way back from the bright, and neon designs back from cell phones back before we were moving so....so
Summers, open the curtains Mornings, I can recall One string linking our houses Tin cans taking the call Sunlight, snapping the picture clotheslines carry the sound Augusts making the fiction Your voice always around
Analog dreams, recording the scene: we're wiring the trees, stringing the sky, to play off the light, these wild frequencies And dreams of defiance the follies of science can make you feel so . . . so
