The whispering wires
You can hear them sing
They sway in the danger
And they shake with the wind
And the sound is, a whisper in motion
It breathes and it rings just get me out of here
They pass on the desperate commercial enquiries, the gossiping words
The tears they will melt through the cables
The cables and wires
They all flow on down the line
Walk long the highway
6pm friday, windy afternoon
Reclusive and quiet, must get out of here
Away to the place,
To the lonely place, just get me out of here