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.