Telephony

If science is half the man it says it is

Then I can build it

The machine that snaps all of time in half

I can break its back

I can break its back

I can build a door

And I can travel through

They do it with telefony

You don't see it much anymore, but

But surely I

But surely I

If I could just hear your voice

But I don't think I have the choice

The look on your face

When I first connect the line

For the very first time

My words come slowly to mind

"is anybody there?"

All trembling and scared

Replies then come

Fainter than air

"when the world hates a body

It just throws itself away

To a place where our hands can't reach."