you half step in my dreams, connect the phone lines, to the source, with television eyes, in a garden of ice. (dialing in the darkness) tires are falling from the sky but gravity has made an exception. as we go floating by wave to the boy in the window. somehow we have always known what it is i don't know, like following footsteps in the snow, oh oh. by the grace of the stars in outer space and the moon turning the tides away, we will find a way.