Her kitchen is a lantern
She makes her preserves
In reel to reel
Voices are the ribbons
Trace the maze
Pocket the past

I hope my body is only a shell
A shadow at dusk
The ring of a bell

Won’t put the research in the ground
She lives on raw nerves
Meals ready to eat
Voices are the engineers
Fall for the warnings
Get word to your family

I hope my body is only a shell
A shadow at dusk
The ring of a bell

Red phone ring
I want to speak to the president please
Red phone ring
Won’t someone send us a common enemy
World War 3
Been waiting for you to undo me
Red Phone ring
What can I leave to my family
What’s it about if it’s not about me