Your phone call came and it pondered me You suspected the bottle or something cheap Our bed was cold and you were free I wanted you to whisper why can't you sleep From the torture cafes To the Grandmother cull From our bloody century From the point when you become The crocodile in the petting zoo You shoot girls who come The moth around the flame To the waiting To the girlfriend on the run You called me late on that mercurial night With a followers curse you run and hide You broke my heart she had no right And all the flowers in Brooklyn swore and died Become the eaters of the dead A toymaker growing dull Death could be changing shoes Been dreaming of her skull You come home when you're lost Chicken foot Dim Sum I'm the breath of a child I'll be waiting To the girlfriend on the run