We linger at the rendezvous
Arrival now long overdue
No passengers and where's the crew?
And where's the plane on which they flew?
There is no hint. We have no clue
No messages are coming through
The obvious becomes taboo
The falsehoods form. The rumours brew
With hearsay, which may not be true
The situation's nothing new
Yet no one knows quite what to do
No messages are coming through
They've disappeared into the blue
The evidence we misconstrue
Conspiracies: the theories grew
Contagiously, like AIDS, like flu.
The reason is the facts are few
No messages are coming through
And so it is with me and you
And so it is now we are through
With what we had and what we blew
We're wading through the residue
We don't discuss. We just argue
No messages are coming through
When truth tells lies and lies are true
Our wreckage lies beyond rescue
We have no verbal avenue
Our silences line up. Their queue
Just tells us what we always knew
No messages, no messages
No messages are coming through