There was a call on the telephone and an air of resignation, a few kind words
And a sort of incompetence as we confused our basic nouns and verbs
There was no love lost between
There were birds singing in the trees

There was foul play at the old arcade, there were people screaming murder at machines
Then there was silence the kind that only batman he can make
With their hearts touching their teeth and the clouds reaching down to touch concrete

There was a voice that I heard one time, so faceless, full of noise
And don't you know
It shook me from my sleep
It threatened hellfire then it spooned with me
It whispered in my ear
You have only yourself to fear

There was a call on the telephone, an air of resignation
A few kind words, and the sort of incompetence as we confused our basic nouns and verbs
There was no love lost between
There were birds singing in the trees

There was no love lost between
There were birds singing in the trees