Mosquito

One crack from the suffering whip When the flags have fallen still Filled up with the armistice of a flower on the windowsill Well, how are you finding this one-horse town of earth? My baby left me, et cetera And the blue trees are aching through the dirt But in the morning When a whistle cuts the still And my friend the ever-lover Says he does an always will Mosquito Helicopter, coming around Death from above Oh my love, oh my love Hang-dog in the afternoon Where the pictures stain the walls Hats off to the medicine Now screening all your calls Well, how are you finding that tricky task of lot? Know what to leave behind and what to price and flog And in the evening, when a whistle steals the scene All rise to the spotlessness of the Atlantean dream