heres a telephone   heres a window   heres a little dove to tell you how the wind blows      ive got a black heart    ive got a shadow   ive got a little dove that drags me off the ladder      you got a halo   a heart of gravel   little worms come out my darling rotten apple      i plucked the harp strings    until my hands bleed   but when that eye blinks ill be buried in the tree leaves      heres a plague to you   my darling soldiers   heres a little dove to land upon your shoulder      my precious children    you know i love you   but ive got news we'r gonna have to get rid of you      you thought you knew me    i thought i knew you    the little dove came down and ride away through you      ive got a black heart   ive got a shadow    i sent a little dove to push you down the ladder      little bell    don't you get so worked up with all the   fire in hell    is waiting just to burn us we can    jump and yell   no ones looking for us   you can ring your bell but everyone ignores it