Texty: Frank Black. The Vanishing Spies.

The vanishing spies
Just something I read
A couple of eyes
From out of the head
And all that was said
Was that's just how some things don't materialize

Could be they broke
And swam like a bird
Fear of spooking the folk
With talk of the third
Or maybe the third
Played a joke

Give me a blip
And I'll totally flip
Say it's nothing but sky
And I'll be a lonely guy

The vanishing spies
Just something I read
Now there were two eyes
Sent out from the head
And all that was said
Was that is just how some things do not materialize

Give me one little blip
And I'll totally flip
Say it's nothing but sky
And I will be one lonely guy