2 - 600 - Lullaby

Where are you calling from?

Stay on the line

Making calls

Across the world

To hear recorded messages

In foreign languages

Connect the dots while peering around and

Line the path that I made

I'll stay put now, just for a minute

To catch my breath and then I'm gone

On the grid, but so far away

Disconnected 'til it's not

And the next point in the distance

Takes a whistle to arrive

Captain Crunch keeps me awake all night

Dialing my troubles away

Up on a tandem

Stacking long-line trunks

'Til I could kill a city

I could kill a city

It's entertainment

There is no malice

Unspecific

Happy and free without a care

Blind kids of love my belle

They don't hate her

They just want her to be perfect, to be perfect