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