Kids don't learn to write their cursive letters here anymore. Fingers more than nimble, and recall's in the frost. Oh all these schools of lisping children, Singing rhymes to their dad. What of words in cracked communion? Noble, silent, and bare. Come apart like needles, and we don't know the names of All these trees up on the island, Don't they just look the same? Why don't you ever look up to the sky? Windows are shuttered, you cover your eye Don't see a reason for keeping in time. What of films of Joseph Cotten, angles shot from on high? None of us remembers the details of the plot, but We found black and white romantic, Now you're left with the thought... Why don't you ever look up to the sky? Windows are shuttered, you cover your eye Don't see a reason for keeping in time, You're always distracted, the devil in signs.