Dear Adeline Are you surprised To hear from me now? The neighbor's been quiet Since mamma died Polly's closed down For good So I've had a long, long time To think of this, what I would say If I could ever reclaim the voice That once was my own That you took away Until now A smoker sings through a hole in his throat A rotten bird is cooking on the road Oh Adeline, are you surprised to hear from me, dear— Out from your phone, through snarls of wires, into your ears? The Things You've Done Won't Go away So Easy May all our evils circle back around! May all of your terrible collages be buried underground May all our evils circle back around