One, two, three, four
Come on
The morning comes
The jittery TV
Out the window, there's morning comes
Nothing is for free
Nothing for free
Lone black shadow falling [?]
[?] narrow little bed
Glowing white like fire
And I call out the window, ooh
Down to the sea
The echo comes back empty
'Cause nothing is for free
A call in the window, the skeleton tree