We set out in tennis shoes,
Ski jackets and driving gloves
We crossed lonely fields of snow
In early evening, the sky
Heather glowed
Glowed
In a frozen lunar marsh
We stumbled on WBBR
Substation radio tower
Broadcasting big band stars
Substation radio tower
Broadcasting big band stars
We climbed past call letter badge
Past the red pulsing warning lights
Aerial lights
Transmitter I barely attached
As it thundercracked like a breaking mast
I looked out over the town
I wish I had a whale to hunt down
I looked out over the sea
I wish someone was waiting to bury me
Turn on your tractor beam
Set your sights for heavenly seams
I've started to believe
On concrete we scattered our seeds