Meursault - 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.