The Telephone Box

Proud intelligent you hold your tongue
Resolute a rabble on the run
If only they would let you have your fun

Your lion heart got emptied out at birth
The devil pumped it full of vile self worth
Intrepidly you made your way around the earth

And I’m not sure it’s fair
So fly me through the air
In the end I just don’t care
I’m hopping on the edge of something that I can’t feel nor witness through my own eyes

Damned intransigent you’re number one
Dissolute a rabbit with a gun
If only they would let you have your fun

Your righteous eye deletes itself at will
The dragon’s blood you took to save your ill
Candidly you make your way around the hill

And I’m not sure it’s fair
So fly me through the air
In the end I just don’t care
I’m hopping on the edge of something that I can’t feel nor witness through my own eyes

I’ll follow the call, the endless dawn, the soundless tapes you left in front of the telephone box and the countless locks I lost.