If science is half the man it says it isnthen I can build itnthe machine that snaps all of time in halfnI can break its backnI can break its backnI can build a doornand I can travel throughnthey do it with telefonynyou don't see it much anymore, butnbut surely Inbut surely InIf I could just hear your voicenbut I don't think I have the choicenThe look on your facenwhen I first connect the linenfor the very first timenmy words come slowly to mindnis anybody there?nall trembling and scarednreplies then comenfainter than airnwhen the world hates a body, it just throws itself away to a place where our hands can't reach.