This is not love

This is not even worth a point of view

In echo park I

Pause for effect and whisper 'Who are you?'



They crawl out of their holes for me

And I die: You die

Hear them laugh, watch them turn on me

And I die: You die

See my scars, they call me such things

Tear me, tear me, tear me



But I have your names

Screaming 'You will suffer' and

'You're all too late'

Now I feel young

Does everything stop when the old time fails



(Chorus)



But I'm still frightened by the telephone