Someone´s messing with the machines They´ve been left out in the rain Well it´s strange to come back free of any rust Dares you to explain Could you speak a little more clearly on the line
Cold wind keeps blowing from the east Trans-Atlantic crossings coming to a freeze I´m in exile with a sign that reads No one can tell which side of the street Would I stand a little closer to the line
No one can tell which side to claim Could you speak a little more clearly once again Speak a little clearly on the line
Indian summer, cold war skies Nervous drummers on overbooked flights Well the chaos grows stronger on the superstition flyway Looks like we´re spinning up tonight Could you step a little closer to the line
Splitting heart and mind, broken circuit by design Well the demand for arms is goin´ through the roof The scientists are forced to work in the maze While they tap tap tap tap tapping on the line Could you speak a little clearly one more time While you tap tap tap tap tapping on the line Hob