grinding my teeth i'm not aware of the hours
the circus is coming send words to the choirs
speaking canaries i've got salt for your wings
i'll stop the stool pigeon and give you some medicine
loosen the screws in the backs of many tongues
voices carry and signal chattering teeth have begun
don't you see i want smoe more
these are what memories are made for
through nods and winks the secret message expires
give me your eyedrops there's too much smoke from the fire
there is only cigarette light so no one can see us
and we can all hide