Is any of this making sense?
Situated like a makeshift antenna, grinning like tinfoil
Hiss like the damned
You've got a ghost on your hands
Spitting and cursing from the scrapheap we were on
(I wish we'd all just stop talking at once)
Scrambled phantom
I am not receiving a sign that says I am still here anymore
Do you hear me? Am I coming through at all?
We're losing reception, we can't pick up the game
Decoding the transmitted pulse that dispatch from her lips
Is any of this making sense to you?
A televisual image only partially clear
I should be discontinued, I am a broadcasting embarrassment
Reposition the phantom rigged, reflective tape
Is any of this making sense?
You should have lost your cool