Terminal Twilight - Martha and the Muffins

There’s a telephone ringing in an empty room

And car brakes squealing

Distant traffic, constant sighing

Far-off voices mumbling

Up above a jet plane droning

Dogs barking, pigeons moaning

Dishes rattling in a sink

A screen door slams

Someone’s laughing

Grasses being softly trampled

Heavy object dragged on gravel

Children screaming

My own heart beating

Fighting down the panic, panic, panic!

Shapeless silhouettes slipping

Just out of sight

Car headlights screaming

Inescapable light

Telephone voice droning

The words can’t be right

You were warm, even breathing

This Sunday last night

Lying formless faces

Turning away

Deaf lips fall silent

No words to say

If only they’d leave me

Perhaps you might stay

In my windowless room

Night turns to day

There’s a crack in my walls

And it looks just like you

Sometimes my sheets are the hills of Arabia

But someone always pulls them down again

Now I think I can hear you

An inaudible sigh

In the mirror I see you’re

Inbetweening by

And I reach out to touch you

This must be a lie

I call out your name

But there is no reply