To the Finland station With my seatbelt on And your broken arrow And my endless affection I am trying to break your heart Call it, call it, call it what it is! The mitten, the hand, the silk, the glove Can we throw the door open? Can we bury the ocean? Can we throw the door open? Can we bury the ocean? Can we throw the door open? Can we bury the ocean? Can we throw the door open? Can we throw the door open? Can we bury the ocean? Can I strike out this signal in the shape of your surface? Three Halloweens, you back seat driver