little foxes in our foxholes on a tin can phone
shine a flashlight on the mirror send a signal in morse code
when you step upon a needle it goes straight to my heart
spooky action at a distance we're together and apart
* are you thinking what I'm thinking at the same exact time
if you're out there somewhere listening will you sing down the wire sing down the wire
like the needle of a compass I know right where you are
down the handle of the ladle little dipper to north star
from the treehouse send a letter at the end of a string
write it in our secret language in invisible ink
clouds gather in the trees bend in the wind and the air is electric and thundering
crackle of static a broken connection transmission is lost and I’m wondering
