put on your jeans, it's a quarter past 3 walk out the door and pretend that you're free listen to the howling of the moon and the wind operating vampire hours again
noises from nothing, all alone staring blankly at the telephone where am I, who listens in the darkness your beauty glistens
whos there, a creak in the crack wake up idiot and face the facts you're alone like always, say hello talking to yourself, you're quite a nice fellow
put on your jeans, it's a quarter past 3 walk out the door and pretend that you're free listen to the howling of the moon and the wind operating vampire hours again