Counting the foals

Totally the sound of summer

Four in the morning

My head's on the float

The cathedral bell

So far

So semi

It's sinister

She wakes me up again for

Half a minute

The silver howl the miserable howl the gunmetal whirl

One tranquil night

You'll get it on sight

The cradle of the night knows

The paper-price pensioner

How well you know

Those fiery barracudas

The sound of gunfire in the daylight

The other side of Mela

Intercom was invincible

At the back of a cluster

The bellows of a faceless

Most are better than none

Well

How can it be

That you're sitting cozy talking

Confident

Cocky

And nowadays so lazy

Despite the truth of it

Well

Don't look at me

'Cause I will tell you something

Depend on it

Bealing

Be blunderd like a baby

You've been wondering around

Ah

They doo-wop

Ah

They doo-wop

Ah

They doo-wop