 When the sun shines down on the teleco plane, the mountains bear the shadow's flame. With love, a little more like that, just a little glimmer is all you're going to get. Well, I've seen the rockets in the Ozarks, too. I knowed a few women, but not like you. Hush, little babe, the hills have eyes. They'll see you through the haze and your little white lies. And I guess that's why they call.