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