A Few Kind Words

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.