Airwaves (extended version) by Thomas Dolby Strange how the scale forms In tiny patterns On my antenna And the Five O' Clock show, hello, hello... Brooklyn is crawling With famous people I turn my vehicle Beneath the river, West from South Through the airwaves People never read the airwaves Do we only feed the airwaves I really should've seen through the airwaves Electric fences Line our new freeway Here in the half light The motorhomes leave Knee deep in water Under a pylon How slow my heartbeat How thin the air I'm breathing in